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.
Soaked in an ambience as warm as an old tube amp, Mutations knocks off seamless collages of organic source material with his trademark nonsense-as-wit.
Fans of the Northwest scene will not be disappointed, and if you’re a fan of any of the groups, you might hear somebody new that you’ll fall in love with.
Like Origin of Species, a haphazard genealogy littered with low-fi fossils of noise-folk, folk-noise, softcore punk, slide-rule guitar, gut-busting silliness.
Nothing terribly holly or jolly here, which is good ’cause misery, depression and weirdness are the kinda things that should be spread out throughout the year.
Astoundingly deft – no matter what mongrel genre catches his eye or what babble-of-the-gods trope trips off his lip, he always keeps one foot in the groove.