The (nearly) title track from their global, bucketload-selling third album is yet another slice of uniqueness (for all Thom Yorke's over-aspirational protestations), with an eerie vibe courtesy of some leading minor piano chords. Matt Bellamy's falsetto is in full flow, and the chorus is a restrained piece of anthem-y with the compressed guitars holding back until a wah-wah frenzy in the bridge.

Sing For Absolution makes even more sense when heard on the album, tucked between the catchy-as-a-cold-on-a-tube-train Time Is Running Out and operatic robo-metal of Stockholm Syndrome. If you haven't bought it already, you must be as mad as... well, this lot probably.