Awe inspiring geniuses prove too much for pretty fan who backs away through the crowd, eyes wide and mouth open, overwhelming with purple pills.

Radiohead. 8.15pm. Its comforting to know your tickets are waiting for you but regardless there is still the quiet buzz of excited anticipation as you get off the tube at Mile End and don't have to ask which way to the gig, because the hoards of zombie fans are all streaming in one direction. Even as a "very important person" there are still another 3 phases of queueing before we've penetrated the fortified compound thats been erected in Victoria Park. Now we're in the main hub, slowly filtering our way through the masses until we find the VIP area. But its not all about that. No. Its about the brilliant gig Radiohead put on. And oh, did they put on a good gig, yes they did.

From 8.15 to 10.30 they had me and the other 40000 fans in their thrall, completely under their surreal spell. And so they should have, there was enough of them up there. Beyond the usual suspects of Thom, Johnny, Colin, Ed and Phil there seemed to be another couple of stand in musicians but it was hard to tell. They moved around a lot changing roles and instruments almost every song. It was refreshing to see this sort of flexibility and movement in a performance giving the session as a whole a transient feel. It was never static, it continually transformed, always evolving bringing the crowd in and pushing them out again like a child with a yacht in the wake of a wave. 

Thom's lucid dreamlike vocals capture your concentration without force and effortlessly demand your undivided attention for the entire duration of their 2 hour set. They lulled the audience into a trancelike unassuming state that provokes a sense of well being and quiet euphoria - the nearest to enlightenment a front man will ever inspire without falling off and feigning Buddhism.

The whole set took me on a journey of temporal atmospheres as i stood in my spot and let the band guide me through what can only be described as different levels of consciousness. From the reflective Pyramid Song to the seminal Everything in its right place, a strange ebb and flow took over the scene as we all hung on every word. Whichever woman said men can't multitask hadn't met Thom Yorke. The guys a music machine bouncing from guitar, to piano and finally climaxing on the drums - all while singing his pitch perfect heart out. Truly extraordinary.

After the second encore and drum kit crescendo we flock into the VIP marquee and stock up on free drinks, brushing shoulders with avid fans and the guy from Green Wing who looks like a horse and did the Barclay card adverts. I shake Phil's hand, congratulate him on the performance and thank him for sorting out the freebies. I can't help but feel a little dwarfed by the scale of talent im looking at but focus on not thinking about it too much. These guys aren't just gifted musically but their in-tune with the current trends and know how to release a seventh album - digitally and for free. This group is in-touch, online and still making waves. Roll with it or get wet.