(Last Friday I published a review of the 10/2 Beck show on the Lost Cartographers’ blog — figured I’d cross-post it here.)
For your average rock show, last night’s sold-out Beck show at the Aragon Ballroom was pretty damn good. There was an energetic crowd, a mix of old hits and new material, and very loud guitars. The thing is, Beck is not your average rock star. As one of the most consistently innovative artists of the last 15 years (Jesus, I feel old writing that), when you go to see Beck, you expect the unexpected: maybe some puppets, or entire songs played on dinnerware, or at least a little break-dancing. But aside from a three-song acoustic break and a slightly embarrassing borderline minstrel-show hip-hop bit in which all five band members grabbed head sets and drum machines and did everything but tell the lily-white crowd to throw their guns in the air and wave ’em like they just don’t care, last night’s show was essentially a straight-ahead stadium rock extravaganza. The only accoutrements in evidence were a giant projection screen in the background (featuring what appeared to be someone’s senior thesis in abstract expressionist film) and some nifty lights not unlike those Tom Petty brought to the United Center a couple months ago. Hell, Beck is even starting to look a little like Tom Petty. Don’t get me wrong: I love Tom Petty, and it was fun hearing rocked-out versions of old favorites like “Loser” and “Where It’s At,” but I expected more interesting stage antics — or at least a little amusing banter — from someone I’m not embarassed to refer to as a visionary. Of course, this hard-rock minimalism may just be the latest in Beck’s endless stream of transformations — but it’s certainly the least interesting one yet.