The ten tracks here indeed fall in line with the heartbroken, twee-electronic tinkerings of Dntel and Her Space Holiday. But unlike those dispirited kindred, Mitchell needs neither seclusion nor sympathy to abet his plight. In fact, he invites friends to splash his software-stretched canvas with an organic palette that includes mandolins, woodwinds, chimes, and accordions. The vibrancy is immediate (kaleidoscopic sleeve art aside) on the baroque shuffle of "Seconds When It's Minutes" and continues through the plucked shoegazer ode "Ignore the Forest Floor" and the glitchy finger-pickin' goodness of "Nine Thousand Nautical Miles." Even if that f word suits Clue to Kalo, Mitchell's personality lends understated grace and warmth to a genre that's usually devoid of such things.