Friday, 24 March 2017


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!

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