Much in the vein of Douglas Coupland’s collection of slacker stories, the point is to examine the life of the subject, and how he reacts to the day-to-day.
A mix of Seal, Peter Gabriel, and NIN (the slow stuff). Of course, anyone who wants to copy NIN sounds like Gravity Kills, Stabbing Westward, or Prick.
Beck, always one to throw a change-up, slips into the cracks and becomes glorified in the public’s eye as the pop-culture-cuisenart-cum-disco-soul-jester.
Before this, I’d already gone to Musicmaker.com and customized my own two-CD set of Beastie Boys stuff. The labels played it too safe, but they always do.
Industrial-ish bands cover DK tunes. Be warned: None of the covers are punk, dub, or reggae. Like DK, the production quality is as thin as a tequila shit.
Demented trip hop, dark, gravelly vocals, an accented woman’s voice, ominous chanting, heavy bass. This could be Tricky’s cousin. Wait! It is Tricky’s cousin!