Freaky, and arguably now retro, vibes accompanying my commute the past week.
The delightfully lurid, sexual, and bizarre sounds of Beck's 1999 album Midnight Vultures is unadulterated joy. I find it almost impossible to listen to without breaking into smiles and song.
I remember my Dad loaning this album on CD from Bradford library and then getting it copied and burned at his work for me. I must have been about 15 years old.
It still sounds as crazy and boundary defying as it did then.
Let's have some Nicotine & Gravy!