424. Beck, "Odelay"
Can you separate the artist from the art? I know I don't really listen to Ryan Adams any more since it came out that he's a sex pest who continually preyed on younger women. I mean, I didn't have any CDs to throw away but I unstarred all his albums on Spotify, SO THERE. I just can't listen to it knowing what I know now.
Beck is apparently a Scientologist and I'd be lying if I didn't say that this fact colored my appreciation of his work once I found it out. I mean, I'm generally distrustful of all organized religion, but Scientology is especially nutty and predatory to boot.
But I put all that aside and tried to listen to this album fresh and guess what? It's great. It's a great album. Let's set aside the 3 songs you probably already know ("Devil's Haircut," "The New Pollution," and "Where It's At"), and focus on some of the other tracks first. "Jack-Ass," based around a sample from Them's cover of "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue," is a lovely meditation on not letting things go. "Lord Only Knows" has kind of a chopped and screwed "Sweet Virginia" vibe. There was obviously a lot of in-studio experimentation, which is kind of what you'd expect when the Dust Brothers are producing. You can really hear it on "High 5 (Rock the Catskills)," an aggressively slammed-together song built from the ground up on samples and drum machines.
The whole feel of the album is kind of moody and atmospheric. Like a lot of Beck's stuff, it seems purposefully inscrutable. It's not as obvious a breakup record as "Sea Change," but it seems like a breakup record. Not just breaking up with a person; breaking up with life. "Ramshackle," for example, is a broody, sad tale of "flypaper towns/stuck together, one and all." Is it about stasis or restlessness? Impossible to tell. Let's just stay a while and try to figure it out.
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