For a number of years afterward, OK Computer defined my taste in not just music but everything. Its snowy unease saddled alongside Final Fantasy VII’s pro-terrorist agenda, and so both locked into place for me during those months. As I became, increasingly, the sort of person who looked into things on the internet, I looked into finding more like them—shooting back and forth along the history of both mediums hunting for something, anything that might scratch the same itch, provide some clue to their origin. The same was true for Final Fantasy VII. Almost everything I played for the next few years was by the game’s creator, the Japanese monolith Squaresoft. Musically, I attempted to split the difference between Operation Ivy and Radiohead, and somehow ended up an emo kid.