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01 - Beck - Ride Lonesome - Ride Lonesome.flac 
02 - Beck - Ride Lonesome - Run Away.flac 
03 - Beck - Ride Lonesome - In The Night.flac 
04 - Beck - Ride Lonesome - Failed Words.flac 
05 - Beck - Ride Lonesome - Bleed.flac 
06 - Beck - Ride Lonesome - Disappearing Act.flac 
07 - Beck - Ride Lonesome - For Your Love.flac 
08 - Beck - Ride Lonesome - Slow Canyon.flac 
09 - Beck - Ride Lonesome - It Ends Right Here.flac 
10 - Beck - Ride Lonesome - Falling Through My Hands.flac 
11 - Beck - Ride Lonesome - If You Don't Know What Love Is.flac 
12 - Beck - Ride Lonesome - Beyond The Light.flac 


Oor Review ---------------------
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Beck Hansen wordt steeds spaarzamer met het uitbrengen van muziek.
De intervallen tussen zijn albums worden steeds groter; zijn laatste plaat Hyperspace dateert alweer van 2019.
Met de tijd groeit ook de anticipatie, want het is altijd weer een verrassing waarmee de veelzijdige Californiër op de proppen komt.
Voor zijn vijftiende plaat ging hij de studio in met oude kompanen Smokey Hormel, Joey Waronker, Justin Meldal-Johnsen, Roger Manning Jr.
en Jason Falkner, het gezelschap waarmee hij ook Mutations (1998), Sea Change (2002) en Morning Phase (2014) opnam.
Met die laatste twee albums vormt Ride Lonesome, gemixt door Nigel Godrich, stilistisch een drieluik.
De basis is een akoestische gitaar, vaak geschraagd door orkestraal klinkende strijkers.
Maar waar Morning Phase Sea Change overtrof qua arrangementen, melodieën en gelaagdheid, voelt Ride Lonesome eerder als een herhaling van zetten.
Het is een ingetogen folkalbum met seventies-invloeden, dat nummers mist die met een verpletterende melodie of een beetje tempo de boel wat opschudden.

Ook is het contrast groot met popplaat Hyperspace, waarop Beck met Pharrell Williams nieuwe wegen insloeg, wat – ondanks de tekstuele donkerte – een avontuurlijk en energiek album opleverde.
In de eerste helft toont Beck zich de vakman die hij is, met zorgvuldig gearrangeerde liedjes.
Het zijn vooral de meerstemmige zang en het uitgekiende instrumentarium die voor finesse zorgen.
Het refrein van het prachtige Failed Words wordt erdoor opgetild.
Een slidegitaar geeft zowel een gevoel van intimiteit als van weidsheid in het weemoedige Disappearing Act.
De desolate ooh’s en het doeltreffende synthlijntje in het outro van het titelnummer zijn vintage Beck.
De liedjes in het tweede deel – die meer neigen naar Americana en cinematografischer klinken – zijn vrij vlak, het sterke Slow Canyon en het met elektronica
opgetuigde It Ends Right Here uitgezonderd.

Het hoofdthema is wederom teloorgegane liefde.
‘You got to ride lonesome / You got to try to find the road / You got to cry a river / Following it all the way home / Alone’, zingt hij in het titelnummer.
Beck, de eeuwige loner met zijn ziel onder de arm, lijkt soms te verdrinken in de zwaarmoedigheid die als een sluier over het album hangt.
Ride Lonesome is een vakkundige plaat, vol kwalitatief hoogstaande en fraai geproduceerde liedjes, maar Beck weet er minder mee te ontroeren dan met de voorgaande delen van de triptiek.

Exystence Review ---------------
Beck – Ride Lonesome (2026)
Filed Under: indie-folk, indie-pop by exy — 2 Comments
September 17, 2026

All those reinventions, genre-clashes, breakdancing and Gen X irony can take it out of a person.
So it’s little surprise that every twelve years Beck returns to a safe place, a familiar terrain, where he can work through difficult emotions with trusted musicians.
There’s no pressure to show off, innovate or get crazy with a processed cheese spread.
Sea Change, Beck’s eighth album, established this more sombre space in 2002.
It was folky like 1994’s One Foot in the Grave and ’98’s Mutations, but different too: a dead serious, dead slow, dead melancholy mix of acoustic guitars,
strings and a Gallic-funk rhythm section, it found a bruised Beck channelling his heartache over the end of a nine-year relationship.
Sea Change confused some at the time – it needs more than a few listens to click – but in the right headspace, it can seem like Beck’s greatest album.
Morning Phase returned to that subtle palette in 2014, albeit with a lusher, more anthemic feel that saw it pick up the Grammy for Album Of The Year.

Now, another 12 years on, comes Ride Lonesome, the third part in what’s now a trilogy.
Instead of testing the waters with an unknown producer or a new method, Beck headed to his favourite studio – Room B at United, Hollywood – with some of his longest-serving musicians –
guitarists Smokey Hormel and Jason Falkner, drummer Joey Waronker, bassist Justin Meldal-Johnsen and keyboardist Roger Joseph Manning Jr – all veterans of Mutations, Sea Change and Morning Phase.
Nigel Godrich, producer of the first two, even returned on mixing duties.

Ride Lonesome is reassuringly familiar, then.
If the video for the title track, with its dusty desert hills, cowboy boots, telegraph poles, sunsets and wind farms, suggests Beck could be moving further towards Americana, that’s not the case.
The song itself is a pure crossbreed of Sea Change’s “The Golden Age” and “Guess I’m Doing Fine”, with its slow, strummed acoustic guitar,
cosmic slide guitar and the exact same keyboard sounds, all submerged in the kind of expansive reverb that made Morning Phase the audiophile hi-fi test album of our age.

It’s fun to play ‘spot the Beck references’: there’s an “All In Your Mind” feel to the chord changes in “Disappearing Act”, “Failed Words” is like a
sped-up “Runners Dial Zero”, while “Slow Canyon”, its picked acoustic guitars captured in all their woody glory, harks back to “Side Of The Road”.
But to be overly concerned with these echoes is to miss the point: what matters here is the vibe.

This is a landscape of paper roses, painted stars and hollow moons, with Beck casting himself again as the wanderer, lost and on his own once more.
It’s difficult not to relate the melancholic lyrics to his divorce a few years back: 2019’s Hyperspace featured little sign of that, but Beck’s seemingly saved it all up for this.
“Run Away” replays a “desolation day”, while the title track advises “you can’t put your arms round a memory”.
On “Beyond The Light”, Beck drives off towards the horizon re-running the end of things: “I’ve got nothing to believe, just the distance in your eyes/Don’t you remember the dying of the light?”

Musically, that track charmingly references “A Whiter Shade of Pale” (or its initial Bach inspiration), and Ride Lonesome is at its strongest when it diverges from simpler musical settings.
“In The Night” is an eerie, weightless thing, like something from Charlotte Gainsbourg’s underrated IRM, which Beck wrote and produced.
As on that album, and Sea Change and Morning Phase before it, the lush string arrangements here are by Beck’s father David Campbell.
“Failed Words” also foregrounds strings, which gradually envelop piano, Nigel Godrich resplendent on the mix as usual.
“For Your Love” is led by the orchestral arrangement, its courtly melodies suggesting Björk’s “Jogá”, seasick, sliding chords also nodding to Morning Phase’s orchestral highlight, “Wave”.

“Falling Through My Hands” is a music-box-pretty thing, almost verging on doo-wop, with Beck remembering the happier, earlier days of a doomed relationship.
Delicate and sublime, it perfectly captures that delicious “comfort in being sad”, as Kurt Cobain put it.
“If You Don’t Know What Love Is” is similarly gorgeous, a 6/8 ballad that ends with a fiery guitar solo, harmonica blowing against the hurricane.

The latter might be slightly let down by some clumsily scanning lines – “why is it so hard to say after all these years?” – and at other points on Ride Lonesome,
it appears Beck has been listening too intently to modern pop balladry, a tendency that also reared its head on 2017’s Colors: “Run Away”, for instance, is a little too tasteful,
the rising melody of “It Ends Right Here” a touch too generic.

But this is an album, like its forebears, to be taken as a whole.
It weaves a spell unique to this trilogy, and it feels deeply true; a rare glimpse into Beck’s inner life, allowed only every decade or so.
Shaped as it is by sadness and loss, Ride Lonesome’s biggest revelation is that it feels hopeful. Third time, lucky.
— Uncut