TS: Beck vs Kid Rock

vs Everlast

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Yeah, you run along to McDonalds, get yourself a WHAMBURGER to go with them FRENCH CRIES!"

I'm not a big fan of his, but gimme Beck over Kid Rock any day.

Kid Rock by a mile (in case anybody wonders).

Eating a mile of Beck's dust maybe.

Kid Rock has told better jokes but his Sea Change shit isn't as pretty as Beck's Sea Change shit. Both have very dislikable qualities. Their best tracks are pretty much equal in value if not content. Beck's new songs sound better than Kid Rock's new songs, so I'm going to give it to Beck.

Maybe if boring Kid Rock had neat violin arrangements I'd give it to him. Or if he grew back his sense of humor.

Kid Rock hasn't been fun/funny since Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast. FACT.

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Well, except when he was in Joe Dirt.

Beck himself hasn't really been fun/funny in years either, though, the difference is that he's not still TRYING.

beck was never all that funny in the first place.
kid rock still has his moments (and his band).
beck does not.

I can't really stand Kid Rock. So Beck, I guess.

Kid Rock had a lot farther to fall, and he fell.

I heard nothing resembling a moment on the self-titled Kid Rock album. I've heard three tracks from Beck's new one and two of them have catchy pleasant grooves. The "Clap Hands" b-side had a nice beat too. Kid Rock plods and his tired tropes are way more repugnant. Neither of them have anything to say and while critics overrate Beck more than Kid Rock, the last thing that matters when I listen to things on my stereo is what other people think. Both are neglible artists at this point and one is a lot more obnoxious about it on disc, and that's Kid Rock.

Beck could stand being a little more obnoxious. A little more anything, really.

>I heard nothing resembling a moment on the self-titled Kid Rock album.<

ya didn't really listen, didja?

http://www.villagevoice.com/music/0351,tracker_writer.inc,49290,.html

Beck's new tracks are at least pretty lithe. He's not doing draggy covers of Bad Company.

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I dunno, Chuck. You point out that he quotes and references people (not necessarily a moment), sounds like Humble Pie (not necessarily a moment) and calling himself black doesn't make up for being a Kenny Wayne Shepherd shuffle. I missed the rap. Maybe that was a moment, though when I went back and read the lyrics to all of the tracks a year after it came out none made me laugh. I have to admit Xgau's review resonates a lot deeper, even if he didn't acknowledge all the flashbacks by name:

Turned into Ted Nugent pretty quick, didn't he? Only who told him that meant not being funny? Like a clown who longs to play Hamlet, the fake pimp who got lucky is out of his depth in swamp-rock--especially with this stiff of a drummer, her p.c. points notwithstanding

It's funny that you hold a candle for Kid Rock while giving a lot of shit to the DBTs. I mean Devil Without A Cause to Cocky to Kid Rock is a lot more depressing than Southern Rock Opera to Decoration Day to The Dirty South. And Guero, from the evidence I heard, is definitely a step up from Sea Change, all the tracks I've heard are pretty groovy even if he's a somnabulist on the mic.

somnambulist, sorry.

> Guero, from the evidence I heard, is definitely a step up from Sea Change,<

This is true, though not saying much, given that Sea Change had maybe one memorable track. And on Guero the vocals are indeed sound asleep.

> this stiff of a drummer<

This is ridiculously wrong, and I told Bob so.

Ted Nugent was pretty hilarious, actually.

And the last DBTs album dragged *way* more than the last Kid Rock one.

(devil -> cocky -> kr) vs (always was, is, and always shall be -> eat my fuc -> you give love a bad name)

they looked like 'arrows' in the message box dammit

Dave - switch yr browser font to Courier, and they will again!

I like to imagine Kid Rock cries himself to sleep every night wishing he'd recorded something as totally fucking Satanical-badass as "Mutherfucker", or at least as stoner-rock bloozetastic as "Fuckin' With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock)".

Also, leafblower > Kid fade