Read a few dozen Radiohead interviews, especially around the time of their collaboration with Humphrey Lyttelton’s band on Amnesiac, and you quickly learn that they’re greater or lesser fans of jazz, depending on the band member. Jon Greenwood is particularly fond of the genre, and Wikipedia (that godsend of lazy bloggers everywhere) confirms that he loves Miles Davis.
This is why Mark Ronson’s version of Just is so annoying, apart from it being a pedestrian, “straight” interpretation of the original into the genre. Listening to it is like someone explaining a joke to you; only, for some reason, they’re doing it in the voices of the adults from Peanuts. You sit there and squirm while Ronson spends four or five minutes poring and obsessing over every intentionally dissonant nuance of the original song; he makes each one in turn painfully, boringly obvious; then finally he looks up at you, with a fat-faced speccy grin that awaits adulation but invites a fist in the face. I bet he doesn’t get invited to many parties.