Beck selling sheet music is like McDonald's selling a recipe book. “Hey, we’re not going to sell you the Super-Ultra-Mega Big Mac, but you can buy our recipe book and make your own version.” Those recipes might even look complex on paper, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t consuming garbage.…
I want to hear Beck songs played by elephants and by wind sculptures and London taxi cabs. Make it so!…
It’s a shame about the Babies. Come on feel the Babie-heads.…
Desertshore is intricate and sonically interesting, yet it remains at times curiously passionless…
Movement is an auditory feast. It’s no Bob Dylan but then John Lennon was no Kraftwerk, you know what I mean? …
Like The Fall, Clinic is always different/always the same. You know what you’re going to get but you don’t know how you’re going to get it.…
Fuck reviewing albums in 140 characters or less. …
Five hundred years ago Talk Normal would have been burned as witches for this act of prophecy. …
Consider the evidence. The sound of college radio is Rusted Root.…
The missing link between Robert Wyatt and Disco Inferno, A. R. Kane sounded equally at home in the club as in the bedroom, under the stars and in the studio.…
Is it Gem’s frozen nature that makes me feel encased in glass? Or is it my own detachment that keeps me from finding a way in?…