People like Mellow Gold because it has "Loser" on it. That song opens the album on a decent note before its descent into pure crapitude. I described "Steal My Body Home" as a slow-motion headache. That label can be applied to the rest of this album as well. This is a headache. This is a headache caused by a wisenheimer who thinks he's better than us. As with all the albums from this period, Beck wraps the album up with a 7 minute self-congratulatory fart. Let's not let him get away with this kind of crap.
Baleeted? Yes. And don't think I won't be smiling when I do it.