So The Information
is out, and my considered opinion is that it's very good — far more coherent and emotionally resonant than the scattershot Guero
. That album felt like a sub-par rehashing of older Beck tropes. The new record certainly draws on themes Beck has been working since the beginning — indeed, I've often thought that if you pulled the lyrics from any given Beck song and put them over the right backing music, you could comfortably fit it into any Beck record — but it also strikes out in some new directions.
For one thing, there are serious
raps here, which is something new. But more than that, what's new is the overall feeling. In much the same way that Mutations
and Sea Change
each had their own character, introducing us to a different way of hearing Beck's recurring lyrical tropes (how many times can one artist sing the words "plastic," "garbage," ghetto-blasting," "devil" and "hollow log"?), The Information
has its own peculiar flavor.
To me, what Beck writes are travel records. I think of the early Beck records, especially Mellow Gold
, as being about the deteriorating backwaters of America, particularly the South, and I fondly remember listening to Mellow Gold
on my Walkman on bus trips during college, when it seemed particularly apt. Odelay
continues to work these themes, mixing in a curious fixation on Texas ("Going back to Houston / To get me some pants").Mutations
came out after my first visit to India, but it immediately lodged itself in my mind as the soundtrack of that experience. (The actual
soundtrack of that experience was the Chemical Brothers' Dig Your Own Hole
, which, juxtaposed against the fluorescent-lit incomprehensibility of India's highway nightscapes, was suitably millenarian.) Beck has claimed, implausibly, that an album named after a Brazilian psychedelic band, containing a song called "Tropicalia" and references to mangroves, mynah birds, magistrates, holy mountains and trains, is about Los Angeles. It is not. On Mutations
, Beck moves his old fascination with decay to the tropics, to the Third World as viewed by outsiders whose very presence is morally questionable.Midnite Vultures
, Beck's most misunderstood album, was superficially a return to the funkier sound of Odelay
. Thematically, however, it broadened still further the theme of global decay and displacement, with references to Israelis, the Baltic Sea, "pop-lockin' beats from Korea," riots and refugees. (Another important theme throughout the record is the blurring of male and female sexuality.)
Looking at Beck's albums this way, it becomes clearer how Sea Change
might be the radical break its name implies. For the first time, the album looks inward, charting the latter stages of a devastating breakup and the first glimmers of hope beyond. Guero
continues the introspection, if less successfully, and some of the rehashing of old musical themes came off as somehow autobiographical. The emotions of Sea Change
were raw and unmediated; Guero
felt like a self-conscious stock-taking.
So what next? On The Information
, Beck takes off again — this time into outer space. With the increasing publicity around celebrity Scientologists, one might be tempted to see all the space talk as unironic Battlefield Earth
-style lunacy, but it's hard to see lines like "We're in spaceships / Take a visit to the Pyrenees" as entirely straight. (Likewise, one could read the mentions of tin cans as references to E-meters
, although Beck has been talking about cans in various contexts since the beginning of his career, generally as part of his trash trope.) As for the long, spacey conversation at the end of the record, which The Guardian
reveals is a chat between Dave Eggers and Spike Jonze
, one should keep in mind Beck's habit of ending records with jokes and noise (Mellow Gold
: squawks; Odelay
: more squawks; Mutations
: "Diamond Bollocks" as a hidden track; Midnite Vultures
: "Debra"). Just because Beck is a Scientologist, that doesn't mean he can't use sci-fi imagery in non-creepy ways. Indeed, while the more outré aspects of Scientologist cosmology are utterly silly as a personal belief system, they're actually pretty cool as a source for some rock-lyric imagery.
I'm still not exactly sure what The Information is
about, but it does have a pervasive sadness and unease that feels somehow related to the high-tech, information-overloaded world we live in. And it's quite lovely. Unlike Guero
, whose surface I never felt like a penetrated, The Information
has lodged deep in my skull, where I'm sure it will continue to resonate for some time.
Oh, and do check out the Guardian article
. It's a smarter take on Beck than just about anything else I've read on him.