What's that? Don't say Beck? Shit, sorry. Can't be helped though - just listen to this.
Tom Vek's persistent pleas for the avoidance of the B-word seem somewhat shorn of substance when the critic is presented with C-C...', a song that admittedly doesn't rob wholesale from He That Can Not Be Named, but nevertheless evokes thoughts of no one else. Its ramshackle thrift store beats 'n' breaks are immediately reminiscent of... um... oh you know.
Sorry, but this can't be summarised any other way; even the names rhyme for crying out loud. At least Vek has the decency to close out with a single-edit staggered fade that's utterly unbecoming of YouKnowWho circa 1996. File under Unlikely To Play Twice.
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