Info
- Artist:: Beck
- Album:: Stereopathetic Soulmanure
- Year:: 1994
- Label:: Flipside
- Catalog:: FLIP60
Track Ratings
| # | Title | Rating |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Pink Noise (Rock Me Amadeus) | ★ |
| 2 | Rowboat | ★★ |
| 3 | Thunder Peel | ★★ |
| 4 | Waitin’ for a Train | ★★ |
| 5 | The Spirit Moves Me | ★★ |
| 6 | Crystal Clear (Beer) | ★ |
| 7 | [Untitled #7] | ★ |
| 8 | No Money No Honey | ★ |
| 9 | 8.6.82 | |
| 10 | Total Soul Future (Eat It) | |
| 11 | One Foot in the Grave | ★ |
| 12 | [Untitled #12] | |
| 13 | [Untitled #13] | ★★ |
| 14 | Aphid Manure Heist | ★ |
| 15 | Today Has Been a Fucked Up Day | ★★ |
| 16 | ”Rollins Power Sauce” | |
| 17 | Puttin It Down | ★★ |
| 18 | 11.6.45 | |
| 19 | Cut 1/2 Blues | ★★ |
| 20 | Jagermeister Pie | ★★ |
| 21 | Ozzy | ★★ |
| 22 | Dead Wild Cat | |
| 23 | Satan Gave Me a Taco | ★ |
| 24 | 8.4.82 | |
| 25 | Tasergun | ★ |
| 26 | Modesto | ★★ |
Log
2014-05-15
haha i kinda like this one. 50 minutes of sounds from the basement. charming in its own way.
2015-03-26
bringing this one back up because i have things to say.
like half of these feel like accidents. but unlike his later stuff, where the song was almost inevitable and the master has whichever accidents fit best, here the existence of the track depends on the accident entirely. what if ken wasn’t there that day? what if he remembered the words? what if the cassette line-in hadn’t fallen out? and i feel like that existential fragility comes out.
but the other thing is that, in a way, this might be the closest to an autobiographical work you can really get without being trash. instead of being the product of beck, it is beck. it’s who he is and how he thinks and what made him who he is.
2015-07-13
the other day i read an ed lear essay about writing for children and how inspiring the imagination (he uses hey diddle diddle as his example) is infinitely preferable to trying to teach some complex lesson. so why bring this up?
(0. the more i think about it the more i realize that the story of ned and his too-small bed is without peer)
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he concluded by saying there’s a right and wrong place for nonsense and that nonsense ought to be put in the right place. i’d think it’d be the other way around.
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glenn beck wrote a children’s book and it is appalling for this very reason.
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from ~Fastnbulbous’ review of trout mask replica through the eyes of a five-year-old:
I loved to confound my grandparents and playmates with snippets like “A squid eating dough in a polyethylene bag is fast ‘n’ bulbous, got me?” They never got me. Did I even get me? It didn’t matter. To an adult it might sound vaguely sexual. But really it was just the sound of the words. After that quote, one can hear the good Captain giggling to himself and saying, “I love those words.” So did I.*
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which brings us back to beck:
“now i’m rollin’ in sweat! with a loaf of cold bread! and a taco in my jeaaans!”
while this album has at least one too many out-of-nowhere motherfuckers to conscientiously play for children, i believe that early beck intuitively followed a similar methodology. he was always about painting fun images from the words clanging around in his head, half of which he chose because they’re fun to say.
so i guess this is music for the child inside of us? at least until we rerecord cut 1/2 blues to take out the a-word. then i could see grade-schoolers getting a kick about the undertaker getting all mixed-up and putting beck’s buttcheeks in the front.
Notes
according to whiskeyclone, there are two different pressings of this album that share the same catalog number: one with bonus noise, and one without.
the one that i own does have bonus noise.
however, it also skips during satan gave me a taco between “i passed out in manure,” even though my rip of the song in xld displayed no errors while ripping. based on this, i sorta wonder if this pressing is the first, and it was the second one that fixes this issue and also cuts out the bonus noise.
in event of moon disaster v2
truthfully i’ve spent the past few years staring up at crystal canon and, yeah it’s nice enough, but for some reason i feel myself most affected by the small ephemeral works of others. where you can see through to the human on the other side, and almost imagine they can see you too. where all their imperfections are on display, yet somehow those imperfections make them lovable and yours. where they’re still free to drop a line like “the meatloaf in my chest” and mean it, and somehow that ends up being the one that perfectly explains the way it really feels.
though it’s all very sad because those most crystalline are most likely to end up canonized. it’s easy to live longer and look prettier when you turn yourself into a statue, but you end up all the colder for it too.
(also: Beck – Mellow Gold (1994) and Beck – Don’t Get Bent Out of Shape (II) (1992). my favorite beck album tends to fluctuate between these three)