Review of Morning Phase (Beck)
There’s a point somewhere in the midst of Morning Phase where you will be forced to bury your irony, cynicism, and incredulity. Beck’s revelatory new chef-d’oeuvre is so complete in its exhortations of truth and hope, and his songwriting is so masterful that skepticism feels like an insult to the splendor of Morning Phase. While it might not drag you out of bed at sunset and put a shovel in your hand, it is the kind of album that demands…