All Change: Beck
David Dalton, Another Magazine, Fall 2002
LATE AFTERNOON, hotel room in L.A. Ive just downloaded four tracks from Becks new album. A song is playing. The Golden Age. "Desert wind cool your achin head/The weight of the world drift away instead," he sings in voice of infinite weariness and disillusionment. The song is haunting, heartrending, saturated with world-weary melancholy.
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