He’s a born and raised scientologist too.
How this tosser is revered as some sort of postmodern ‘genius’, I will never fucking know. Everything this man has ever done has been nicked. Early songs like ‘Truckdrivin’ Neighbours Downstairs’ and ‘Beercan’ (I liked Beercan – DA) came across as substandard and limp wristed Gram Parsons or Neil Young.
With his big break, ‘Loser’, Beck defined the early Nineties US rock whining slacker. Like an American Neil from The Young Ones, or a passion-less Kurt Cobain. ‘Loser’ was a heavily contrived and staged piece of self-loathing and self-pity to lure in the music press and MTV.
With Odelay, Beck somehow ended up as name to drop and the hip 90s hero. But like that other talent-free 90s cunt, Twatboy Slim, Beck’s Odelay is just garish crap and cheap thievery, the musical equivalent of nylon shirts, cheap cologne, and Del Boy style slacks.
Ripping the riff off the Beatles ‘Taxman’ (already done by The Jam with ‘Start!’), some sitar samples (again, been done) and badly made Austin Powers style videos were unquestionably lapped up by cunts like NME and various celebrity bellends of the time and seen as ‘cool’. When it was just so much second hand shite.
Beck makes out he is man of many styles, but in fact he is a master of none. Like those other unoriginal cunts, Oasis, Beck made his ‘living’ out of stealing off other artists (allegedly – DA).
He may see himself as some sort of enigmatic and gifted Scott Walker (RIP) type figure. But Scott was a one-off who was always true to his art. While Beck is a clown who makes The Ruttles look original.
And let’s not even start on Beck’s latest ‘collaboration’ with Paul McCuntney. (I won’t defend this though – DA)
Nominated by – Norman
(More guff info here – Day Admin All About Beck )
