Thom Yorke’s solo output is, in some ways, clearly related to what he does with his mega band Radiohead, and in other ways departs from it with a swan dive into the deep end of electronic experimentation. He explores sounds, textures, and beats in cold, minimal soundscapes pierced by the odd rays of warmth (like the groovy bass line of “Impossible Knots,” or when “Twist” segues from its chilly starkness to glowing, expansive waves of sound), and multitracks his delicate falsetto into weird multilayered vox approximations, or leaves it bare as it drifts and slinks and soars over the music. This show has been sold out since day one, because the chance to see Yorke in such an intimate venue is an opportunity that few Radiohead fans will pass up. by Leilani Polk