Musically, the album is a gorgeous document of progressive folk, à la Mutations, but more multidimensional and melodic; knob-twiddler Nigel Godrich is as felicitous as usual in helping to create the sound of spaced-out weariness, making Sea Change pretty much one highlight after another. The songs that stand out do so only because, as on the slinky, psychedelic "Paper Tiger," they are up to something musically different from the bulk of the album. Similarly, "Little One" stands apart, churning the meditative tone that pervades the record into restless, menaced rock akin to "Karma Police." And that's the sea change, as it were: The atmosphere has shifted. Beck has cast off the snarky high jinks and sardonic glee that all but defined him and made a sincere record, a record that feels.