Remember Beck, Midnight Vultures? That album that snuck into the mix under the radar, but by the time it left, you were singing in a falsetto you didn’t know you had?

By the end of the first track, you’ll be confused as to what year it is, and, in your disorientation, you’ll be swept away by the sheer momentum of this album. The rolling bass lines, the solid simple beats, and all the sounds that can be managed to be squeezed in between!

Released in 1999 (before the Y2k panic), it shows shades of banjo, slide guitar and other remnants of the former Beck efforts, but it is fully injected with an overdose of 70s disco zeal and an abandonment that gives even the most conservative man freedom to dance, sing, and do all the silly things they usually see everyone else doing. It was the fate of this album to be the one to which all future beck albums would be compared, in terms of diversity, experimentation, and danceability.

Oh yeah, and Debra is on this disk. That’s enough reason to go rooting through the boxes you’ve never unpacked from your last move to get this disk out.