Beck - Ou... As Confissões de Schmidt

Este Nobody's Fault But My Own faz parte do álbum de Beck, Mutations, de 1998.

A melhor crítica que encontrei sobre ele foi na Amazon, pela mão de R. Hutchinson.
Deixo-a aqui integralmente.

the lost '67 dylan album!, April 9, 2000

It's 1966. Bob is traveling at light speed. He's a planetary pioneer of chaos, a cultural revolutionary, having plugged in his guitar and combined surrealist poetry and social critique with rock and roll, creating one of the most powerful forces in the Universe. But he's going too fast... He "takes too much acid and crashes his motorcycle" (either literally or metaphorically). Now in one dimension he turns to a backward looking, simplistic faith in a Big Deus Ex Machina In the Sky, starts quoting the Bible, and playing country music. But in another dimension, he reacts differently to this crisis, and makes an album very different from JOHN WESLEY HARDING -- this album, MUTATIONS!

In this alternative reality, Bob opens up to all the experimentation of the time. He incorporates all the studio effects of the Beatles and Stones. He travels to Brazil and meets Os Mutantes. He unplugs and mellows out, but with a sense of the infinite. Of course, he's reading Samuel Beckett the whole while, he's just not cut out to be an optimist. But he embraces chaos in a forward-looking way, he adopts a realistic existentialist stance rather than searching for certainty. The world is absurd and futile, but that's the starting point, not the end! Somehow, Beck has channeled this lost '67 Dylan album 30 years later. It's probably the result of his discipline of cultural recombinatory praxis, opening him up to bizarre possibilities -- he caught a matrix of flux from the past. "Diamond Bollocks," the awesome hidden track, acknowledges this explicitly:

"...looking back at some dead world that looks so new."

Beck, of course, was frustrated that the prediction from FLASHBACK, the movie about Abbie Hoffman, hadn't come true (the '90s will make the '60s look like the '50s!), and so he turned to the high point of the century as his millennial statement.

Thanks, Beck. And thanks, Bob.

Thanks, Hutchinson... acrescento eu.