Seriously, I always thought of this album as something he recorded in his basement, due to the very crude production quality of the recordings. But that's not a bad thing, because if you can imagine sitting in while some guy just grabbed a guitar in the basement and started playing this stuff, and putting together these recordings, you would recognize the raw talent. The talent is what compensates for lack of polish, and believe me, today there is waaaay too much polish compensating for lack of talent out there. They will put lipstick on any dancing pig to sell records these days, but I digress... This is not a party album, at least not a 50 people in the house party. Be it alone, or partaking with a few friends at 2:00 am, and put this on while everyone is mellowed out, and you will find Beck some new fans. Some of the lyrics are slightly tilted, and I'm not sure sometimes if it's intentional or he's just a bad poet, but I let it slide because the music makes up for it. This guys has a keen grasp on the different genres of music, and he's not afraid to explore that way, even with less "cool" sounds like Gospel or other folksy stuff.
Anyway, Beck's not for everybody, he will go over the heads of the thicker skulled out there, so it's best you give an honest listen to his stuff alone at first when you have some quiet time, to prevent any mouth breathers in the room from wrecking the experience. Check it out. You have nothing to lose except a few bucks.