Mutations

rollingstone

Let's call this song "Where it's Not": "There is no one, nothing to see," sings Beck. "The night is useless, and so are we." "Night birds will cackle," he intones on another track, "rotting like apples on trees." The twenty-eight-year-old Beck Hansen's new album, Mutations, brims with death, decay and decrepitude. But in its own […]