After nearly reinventing rock for a post hip-hop world -- and rescuing postmodernity from the cliché scrap heap in the process -- Beck Hansen opts to play it straight on his 1998 release, MUTATIONS. Alarmingly straightforward in comparison to the cut-and-paste samplefests found on ODELAY and MELLOW GOLD, the new recording is nonetheless full of affecting songs and meticulous details. "Nobody's Fault but Mine" is vaguely psychedelic and "Tropicalia" is a tribute to Brazilian musical rebels like Caetano Veloso and Jorge Ben, while "Static" rides sadly and beautifully on a pinging rhythm guitar line. And lest the recording be read as a departure, MUTATIONS closes with the unlisted "Diamond Bollocks," which zigzags from screeching rock to gentle folk with feedback, samples, and strange fades. Yep -- meet the new Beck, same as the old Beck. And only a fool wouldn't be drawn to the music.
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- Geffen Records
Performance CreditsBeck Primary Artist,Guitar,Harmonica,Piano,Glockenspiel,Vocals
Elliot Caine Trumpet
David Campbell Conductor,Viola
Larry Corbett Cello
Warren Klein Sitar,Tamboura
David Ralicke Flute,Trombone
Smokey Hormel Guitar,Percussion,Background Vocals,Quica
Joey Waronker Percussion,Drums,Synthesizer Drums
Justin Meldal-Johnsen Bass,Percussion,Background Vocals
Roger Manning Synthesizer,Keyboards,Background Vocals
Technical CreditsBeck Producer
David Campbell Arranger
Nigel Godrich Producer
Robert Fisher Art Direction
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This is a very mellow, country-influenced album which you can listen to in its entirety without wanting to skip tracks. Strong sing-along factor, especially the second time around.
Of all the god-like beck cds, this one is not by far the best. This cd is very good, I have all 8 beck cds and stray blues, and i would rate this one the best, although not as eclectic as stereopathetic soulmanure, Mutations is the most mellow funky sounding cd that beck has out.
Beck's slurred delivery of goofy meloncholy is like a big white cartoon eyeball winking at you out of a dark pit of swirling purple vapor, while periodically, slighty incongruous and out-of-context rubber toys and other various objects come flying out of the same comically sinister vortex as if they were being propped up by a mysterious force and then lazily but forcefully punted by Beck's shuffling feet. Very enjoyable and accessible. Perhaps a little short-lived.