Grrrr, I'm all mad! It’s all in the transitions. That’s where you feel it. The fast tempo is even faster after a slow one. The triumphant anthem is more powerful when paired with a lamentation--and it’s also more fleeting. “Watch Me Jumpstart” by Guided by Voices is a good song, but it’s a great one when you play the song before it on Alien Lanes. It’s “Evil Speakers,” one of Robert Pollard’s toss-offs, lots of nonsense lyrics with a cliche tossed in. (“Without wings, I’ve begun to fly.”) It’s not terrible. It's OK, I guess. But as a jangly set-up for the driving, guttural guitar that kicks in the moment it ends and “Watch Me Jumpstart” begins? Man, it’s essential. It’s the pedestal for the bust of Beethoven glaring at you. You don’t notice it but you need it. Without the pedestal, poor old pissed-off Beethoven is sideways on the floor, glaring at lint.
The kids, man, The goddam kids. Listening to singles. Wouldn’t know a good transition if it split their Dres in half. Probably just listening to Vines, anyway, all six seconds if that, the visual more important than the aural. Fuckin’ kids. Only know Beck as the guy who got dissed by Kanye, not as the guy who faded from “Loser” to “Pay No Mind.” That latter track starts with the statement that this was song two on the album and the order, sped-up or heliumed-up in high-pitch, to: “Burn the album!.” Not as in “copy,” but as in “set on fire.” Or better yet, they don’t know Beck as the guy who faded from the manic, eclectic, raw creativity of the Mellow Gold album to the actually-mellow One Foot in the Grave acoustic album, a mini-masterpiece that showed whoever cared to listen that hell yeah, this guy knows his roots. But it’s not just the kids. No one knows that album.
The kids, man, The goddam kids. Listening to singles. Wouldn’t know a good transition if it split their Dres in half. Probably just listening to Vines, anyway, all six seconds if that, the visual more important than the aural. Fuckin’ kids. Only know Beck as the guy who got dissed by Kanye, not as the guy who faded from “Loser” to “Pay No Mind.” That latter track starts with the statement that this was song two on the album and the order, sped-up or heliumed-up in high-pitch, to: “Burn the album!.” Not as in “copy,” but as in “set on fire.” Or better yet, they don’t know Beck as the guy who faded from the manic, eclectic, raw creativity of the Mellow Gold album to the actually-mellow One Foot in the Grave acoustic album, a mini-masterpiece that showed whoever cared to listen that hell yeah, this guy knows his roots. But it’s not just the kids. No one knows that album.
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