Beck

In an old episode of Futurama, Bender confesses to Beck "I always dreamed of being a musician-poet who transcends genres even as he reinvents them, just like you."

Bang on.  But that makes the musician-poet's inclusion here a wee bit tricksy.  Which Beck are we talking about?  The lo-fi grunge country fuck-up from Mellow Gold?  Maybe the channelling-the-spirit-of-Prince funk goblin from Midnite Vultures?  Or perhaps the trash-hop noise-pop freakazoid from Odelay?

Mostly, it's none of the above.  Despite the recent rediscovery of a SNES sending me back to a time of swearing at tiny TVs, not revising for GCSE exams and listening to Mellow Gold on a permanent loop, it's the more recent Sea Change that has burrowed into my brain.  Delicate, haunting isolation forms the backdrop for swelling strings, lilting country twangs and Beck's lonesome grumbling.

And Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997.  That song rules.







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