Sasha Frere-Jones of The New Yorker magazine makes no bones about Beck’s latest musical offering: “ . . . only the artist knows exactly how such an album is made, but only the audience can verify that it is perfect.” Perfect. Yeah, it’s pretty good, but there’s nothing really original about its sound(s). You can’t not hear “Pet Sounds,” “Dark Side of the Moon,” and other ’60s’/’70s’ classics while listening. But Beck seems to know this. In an interview on NPR he says: “I’m aware of the time that I’m in, and I don’t want to reject it; you know, I want to be part of it. I’m aware that a lot of music that was made in the past was done really well.” Similar to what an old college prof told me: “There are no original ideas left. So just steal a good one.” And Beck does that. There really isn’t a weak track on this disc, immaculate production, good lyrics—the whole ball o’ wax.