Refriended, Beck.

Refriended, Beck.

So you know that feeling of involuntary distance? When who could once have been considered a dear friend drifts away into anonymity and externality; when texts are neither sent nor received; when songs find themselves compulsively removed from iTunes? Well, that’s a little along the lines of how my relationship had turned with Beck Hansen up until yesterday. Sour. Of course the pruning of the intangible library was more to do with his creative inactivity and a deficiency in harddrive availability, as opposed to the result of any violent pangs of acutely sentimental anger toward man or indeed musician, though it thus feels apt that he should return with a track entitled Defriended for our listening delectation. An ever indefinable rumble composed of clattering snares, creeping synths and swirling whirrs of aloof exoticism, if it begins a bit like Fat Segal’s Skins theme tune then it’s only a matter of time before its focus is masterfully refined as trippy beats skip about the squelches of pawnbroker gizmos and slimy contrabass slides to make for a track that sounds like nothing else released since Beck was last about five or so years ago.

Beck is to bring his Song Reader sheet music to a vibrant walk of life next month at the Barbican Centre.

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