Beck Hyperspace Capitol vinyl record Brand New

Ltd Silver Edition On 180g Heavyweight Plastic & Inc Free Download Code of LP – Beck’s 14th album feels like an amalgamation of previous albums, give n a light dusting of pop sheen, thanks to the production of Pharrell Williams amongst others.
It’s largely set at a fairly slow pace, with nods to the folk tinged melancholy of ‘Sea Change’ or ‘Morning Phase’, some lovely slo-mo synth-soaked pop and occasional upbeat moments: “Saw Lightning” harks back to his “Loser” days and is as upbeat and catchy as anything he’s ever done.
On ‘Hyperspace’, he’s hit the sweet spot between his adventurous, experimental past and the more accessible ‘pop’ leanings of his recent releases.
Hyperspace is one of those Beck projects that came together quickly. At the conclusion of the supporting tour for 2017’s Colors, Beck headed into the studio with Pharrell Williams with the intention of contributing to a new N.E.R.D album, but they wound up hitting it off. The collaboration ballooned from a single into an EP and, ultimately, the core of Beck’s 14th album. Beck worked with a few other collaborators on the record — Greg Kurstin, the producer of Colors, is credited on “See Through,” Sky Ferreira sings on “Die Waiting,” Coldplay’s Chris Martin is on “Stratosphere” — but the partnership with Williams is what defines Hyperspace, giving it its sleek retro futurism. With its layers of analog synths and drum machines, it’s hard to escape the new wave trappings of Hyperspace, yet the album is devoid of nostalgia or irony. Such is Beck’s sincerity, he winds up stumbling into territory pioneered by Todd Rundgren’s Utopia, indulging in the shimmering electronic soft rock of “Chemical.” Despite the frenetic rhythms of “Saw Lightning,” “Chemical” is a better indication of Beck’s intentions: he’s making a sequel to Morning Phase in the guise of a synth record. It’s a clever concept and the music itself is often clever, the strummed acoustic guitars getting blown out in waves of analog synth bliss. It’s music for twilight contemplation, not so much a soundtrack for regret as soul-searching. To that end, Hyperspace exists on the same astral plane as Morning Phase and Sea Change, but it never feels as fussy or formal as those sad opuses. Chalk that up not to the electronic instrumentation but rather a light touch. Beck never lingers upon either his melancholy or his celestial flights of fantasy: they exist simultaneously, resulting in a tremulous and pretty soundtrack for moments of fleeting introspection