Bennett unites with Giovanni di Domenico and Pak Yan Lau for a hard-to-pin-down new age re-wiring of modern composition that glistens with escapist allure. In typical alien fourth world fashion, the instrumental palette is rich but tricky to fully determine, a cascade of prepared piano, woodwind, and processed electronics that coalesce into a vaporous bloom that's not so much high above the clouds but through the portal into a different realm. New Age is still a bit of a dirty term for me, but the texture is the key here, assuming the uncanny oddness of the more outsider examples of the genre while retaining a little of the meditative qualities of Deuter minimalism. And it's hard, really, to consider this minimalist with so much going on, but the trio are skilled in their arrangements, patient and allowing of space, a cerebral journey inwards that remembers that the first yard is always in the head.