“Each Sunday, Pitchfork takes an in-depth look at a significant album from the past, and any record not in our archives is eligible. Today, we revisit Beck’s ramshackle 1994 album, a quintessential piece of alternative rock, experimental folk, and hip-hop that felt magically displaced in time.”
“Whether by preference or rationalization, slacker victims trumpet their dropout status with dilapidated jeans, greasy hair and a sarcastic, defeatist posture. Enter 23-year-old Beck singing, "I’m a loser, baby, so why don’t you kill me?" on "Loser," the ultracatchy opening track on this fascinating debut. Just to underline the point, a sampled George Bush whines, […]”
