Pumping: Beck — Midnite Vultures

I think I almost choked on my sub-woofer from the revelation that I don't hate this record nearly as much as I thought I did.

Man, back 10 years ago when Beck had the temerity to go all white boy soul-funk all I wanted to do was put him into an Iron Sheik-style style camel clutch and then repeatedly punch him in the eye. That's how offensive this album was to me.

Now, though, it's not all that bad. There are far worse bits of music floating out there.

Like Vampire Weekend.