How many of you now wouldn't prefer him as a record producer for albums like "Nevermind," "Siamese Dream," or "Dirt"? Instead, Butch Vig insists with his Garbage in the hardly credible challenge of combining horrors like Britney Spears with the splendor of songs like "I think I'm paranoid." It's a bad record, there's no denying it, full of so many typical Garbage trademarks such as peculiar sampling, numerous useless percussion noises, melodic pieces, and then the big guitar comes in. And many commercials to which they can give away the songs (a couple have already been heard). The first "Shut your Mouth" and "Cup of Coffee" are good. Billy Corgan's theory is confirmed: after the third album, a band has little to add. I fully agree. They weren't very original to begin with (see Curve), but now...
"Shirley’s excellent interpretation on the interesting 'Til The Day I Die' highlights the album's strengths despite its flaws."
"Beautifulgarbage remains something fresh and well-done, maintaining a non-negligible homogeneity, never tiring the listener."