For all his humor, Beck is consistently thoughtful and earnest in building his checkered monuments.
Most of the album’s songs blend into each other so nebulously that they become collectively anonymous.
Despite the incessant theme of freedom on Colors, Beck’s idiosyncrasies seem constrained.
This is a race more of less between two albums: One great and daring, one mediocre and safe.
All this week we’re predicting the winners in the so-called Big Four categories at the 57th Annual Grammy Awards.
Morning Phase represents not only a return to form, but also serves as one of Beck’s most graceful efforts.
Beck has unveiled the first single from the long-awaited Morning Phase.
House Playlist: FKA twigs, Lolawolf, Beck, Azealia Banks, Katy B, Sleigh Bells, Four Tet, & Ejecta
The latest offering from Ejecta builds from Enya-esque meditation to ‘80s synth-pop splendor in under two minutes.
Crystal Fairy is no Fear and Loathing in the Atacama.
Though Sonic turned 20 yesterday, the spiky-haired Sega mascot’s appeal has always come down to his enduring teenage spirit.
My favorite piece of music criticism this year is one of those cut-and-paste subway collage hack jobs.
This album’s brief 10 tracks prove that Beck’s almost always more interesting when he’s not having fun.
Reflections and rhymes abound in David Lynch’s Inland Empire.
Beck’s latest album plays like a subdued collection of greatest hits.
Romanek’s best work poses a serious challenge to others working in his field: Are you gonna go my way?
Guero smells of the fear of death.
Odelay is very much a revolt of principle, and its songs’ messages are never clearer than in the melodies themselves.
If the Flaming Lips are obnoxious, their fans are even more so.
Beck has crafted a meditative masterpiece of powerful resonance.