Collective’s music people pick their favourite Radiohead tracks. Now it’s your turn…

Airbag (OK Computer)
The first song from their third album drives you into a wall at high speed then throws you from the highest building. It’s a defiant, euphoric, kamikaze mission statement. The guitars chime like a choir of ghosts, the drums loop and stutter. This isn’t The Bends anymore. Welcome to OK Computer. Nadia Shireen

Fake Plastic Trees (The Bends)
Fake Plastic Trees’ power is its simplicity, a virtue Radiohead forget when they’re trying to be u-Ziq rather than U2. When Thom sings “I can float to the ceiling”, you’re up there with him. And wringing such emotion from the line “a green plastic watering can” takes some doing. Paul Clarke

Just (The Bends)
Just has everything that Radiohead excel at. Like a rough but tender quickie, the quietly subtle juxtaposes with the brutally loud. There are brilliant lyrics like the fabulous hook line: “You do it to yourself, you do. You and no one else.” Then there’s the singalong screaming guitar solo, the abrupt end and… oh, it’s finished. Matt Walton

Morning Bell (Kid A)
Kid A is the album where Radiohead got interesting, and Morning Bell is the highlight. Yorke's aching wail slices through the warm backdrop of bass hums, crisp drums and soft keys but it's when the bass rises that the tingles come and the weight lifts from your shoulders. Love it. Alastair Lee

Talk Show Host (Romeo & Juliet Soundtrack)
It’s a simple song: electronica swirling over tremulous bass and serrated feedback. But from this grinding, sparse melody, Radiohead build delicious, heady tension thanks to Yorke’s feline voice - at once aggressive and seductive - quietly goading “I’m ready”. A raw yet immense masterpiece. Alexia Loundras

We Suck Young Blood (Hail To The Thief)
The musical jumper chewers come up trumps with this ridiculous, entertaining, bloated piece of epicry. Glorious in its banal critique, the marvellously titled We Suck Young Blood is either about huge pop stars who tap underground talent to get cred, or Hollywood exploitation. Whether you view it as a harmonious masterpiece or a ruddy dirge, it’s the ’Head in all their heavy, humourless glory. Hilarious. Stuart Turnbull 06 June 03