Photo by Lexie Alley

“Where did it go? / Where’s my phone?” Girl, I don’t know. There’s a literal app to tell you exactly that. But this is Mitski, and answers to mundane questions aren’t always so obvious. With that, technology’s grip on our creature comforts becomes a thing of heady existentialismon the lead single from the art-pop songwriter’s eighth studio album, Nothing’s About to Happen to Me.

And let’s talk about that art-pop, too. Following a handful of albums of increasingly ornate design in their stage performance-driven cowboyisms, the very indie rock bursts of the listen harken back to its creators’ earliest pre-fame work with maybe a little more intentionality to where she lets the grit fall over the fret boards while sounding unbothered to appease any kind of algorithm. Until then, she’s floating until her mind is like a clear wax, and like a person unshackled from everything going on inside their screen, she sounds free even in the renewed fright.

Directed by: Noel Paul

Mitsk’s Nothing’s About to Happen to Me will be released February 27th on Dead Oceans.