Blake Mills
has earned a well-deserved reputation as a fine session guitarist and Grammy-nominated producer. He has worked with some of the era's best-known artists including
Alabama Shakes
,
Perfume Genius
, and
John Legend
. He has also released three idiosyncratic solo albums as different from one another as they are from anything else.
Mutable Set
is his fourth, a completely realized project that looks back at his catalog even as it gazes toward the uncertain, restless future.
combines the instrumental and production prowess of 2018's nearly ambient instrumental set
Look
and the poignant songwriting sensibilities of 2014's
Heigh Ho
, only more softly. Released during the height of the COVID-19 pandemic, its songs are concerned with timely topics: The strange pace of modern life that races while seeming to stand still; individual and societal isolation, climate change, the exterior state of the world and its people, as well as
Mills
' interior universe. Assisting
is a cast of longtime friends and collaborators including
Rob Moose
Cass McCombs
Pino Palladino
Patrick Warren
Sam Gendel
Gabriel Kahane
. The album posits
as an artist who stands in the no man's land between the singer/songwriter and the sound designer. There are places, such as on opener "Never Forever," where it's nearly impossible to identify the instruments behind his softly expressive singing. In "Eat My Dust," a fingerpicked, minor-key, nylon-string guitar, and electric piano and other keyboards, flood the foreground as
' falsetto pours his lyrics like a waterfall. He weaves folk and jazz in a repetitive cadence that traces the dreamy articulations of
Pentangle
, even as it envelops the listener in a languid, hooky flow. "May Later" is a waltz that recalls the Gothic Yankee Americana of
Van Dyke Parks
' if he were working with
Elliott Smith
as a vocalist. "Vanishing Twin" is introduced by
Moose
's digitally delayed cello atop a rumbling snare and rounded single-string guitar lines creating a loopy vamp.
' delivery is clipped, pained, yet fully integrated: "The walls are thin, I hear a pin drop/Somewhere my kin sits on a hilltop/Don't cry my star, I won't be farâ?¦" as layered guitars, percussion, strings, and keys carry his voice, allowing him deeper entry into the lyric. The mix gradually fills with overdubbed strings, layered drums, mangled electric guitar notes, feedback, and distortion. It's followed by "My Dear One" with brushed tom-toms sounding like a heartbeat. The halting lyric emerges as a plea to be embraced amid a heartbroken and alienated world. "Window Facing a Window" melds flamenco, gypsy jazz, and folk in a sublime, almost otherworldly presentation of carefully chosen sounds and textures.
leaves his ego off
and serves the songs with care, attention, and tenderness. And while this record sounds bleak on the surface, there's a strange sense of comfort in these songs; they acknowledge the sad state of the world even while attempting to transcend its darkness and uncertainty. ~ Thom Jurek