Colors sounds like someone tossed a bunch of riffs from the 80s, 90s, and 2000s into a blender and hit puree. Now, if you don’t know what you’re doing, and you throw a bunch of random shit into a Vitamix, you’re probably going to end up with a sludge that tastes like weeds. But Beck knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s not just some dude with a man bun working at the new vegan juicery. He’s been blending styles together for twenty-five years. He’s an expert at this. He can make a tasty sonic smoothie out of anything you give him. And on Colors, you can’t help but marvel at some of the concoctions he’s serving up. But there’s also something kind of awkward about a guy who’s approaching 50 making smoothies at the mall when he could just as easily be chefing a five star restaurant. And honestly, every time I put on Colors, I just can’t shake the feeling that I’m standing in line at Forever 21 drinking an Orange Julius.
(Dear Life—an obvious nod to Lady Maddona-era Beatles)
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