Beck is such a goofy hipster doofus that I really don't WANT to like is songs as much as I do. But dammit... these are both really good albums. On some level, Beck's songs are ALL gloss and window dressing, and yet every weird synth noise and scratchy sample somehow add up to make a damn good song when he's through with them. The utterly stupid Dr-Seuss-on-crack nonsense lyrics only make the songs MORE enjoyable. I can't even put my finger on what he's doing right... he's paying tongue-in-cheek homage to a lot of musical styles that I actually HATE... but somehow his spoofy tributes come out sounding more enjoyable than anything from the genre that inspired them.
"A sinister cabal of superior writers."
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