Fire leaks from the mountaintops. That is the first thing the eye catches on Kid A: two summits in the upper-left venting orange flame and black smoke into a sky that burns from deep brown down to a livid red horizon. Below them a jagged white range crowds the frame, its snow stained and streaked, its peaks sharpened until they point back at you like fangs.

Something in the picture feels wrong in a way you register before you can name it, a frozen world set alight at its crown. These are not found photographs but painted mountains, made by hand and then pulled apart on a screen, and the fire is no accident of weather.

Stanley Donwood and Thom Yorke built this landscape to carry menace, and every choice in it, from the burning peaks to the smearing pixels near the foreground, pushes toward the same unease. What the image is really made of, where its snow came from, and where the paintings ended up are all stranger than the sleeve first lets on.