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...Silent Alarm,” Death From Above 1979 gave the thumbs-up to a supefluous retooling of their last jaunt, and now, everyone’s favorite genius-posing-as-a-poseur, Beck, has jumped on the remixwagon. The results are tepid, at best.“Guero?? was unjustly derided. It was a grower. It had to be seen in all its aspects before it could be properly understood, and was shot down by the critical establishment (the ever-prescient Crimson excepted) before critics could let its time-bombs go off inside their brains...
...sound like they came out of some computerized random hobo lyric generator. People also rightfully cry foul for his played-out “do the Robot like it’s 1983!” dance routine. But in the video for this oft-maligned “Guero?? track (not to be confused with the video for the eight-bit-style remix of this song, which came out earlier this year), even Japan’s smoothest exports can’t stop the raw power of a human. Well, a hologram of a human...
...Guero??s “Black Tambourine” kicked it all off. Bassist Dan Rothchild thumped with premonition while Beck gently swayed in shaggy clothes and a floppy hat that could have been in some futurist version of the Rolling Thunder Revue. Then Justin Stanley’s guitars galloped in and out-of-control hype-man Ryan Faulkner pranced around like…well, like Beck, circa...
...Guero??s influences stretch beyond old Beck material, embracing the inglorious lower tiers of pop culture and throwing them into the mix. Some of the electronic ditties, such as that of “Earthquake Weather,” recall the early 1990s childhood aesthetic of Super Mario Brothers or Sonic the Hedgehog. At other times Guero moves away from the standard beats and chord progressions of pop music to dabble in non-Western modes and rhythms; “Missing” is to Beck what “Within You, Without You?...
True, little new ground is covered in Guero??but since when has “new” categorically meant “better”? As long as there exist listeners who prefer sea glass to plate glass, urban decay to suburban sprawl, and redux to deluxe, Beck will maintain a corps of loyal fans. “My shivering voice is singing through a crack in the window, I’d better go it alone,” Beck murmurs. No need, Beck. We’re still here...