The songs on this album conjure the sensation of something unexpected in the weather — unseasonably cold nights in summer or uncommonly warm nights in winter — that makes the mind both nostalgic and able to function with the kind of clarity that makes subtleties easier to notice. Joshua Trinidad's treated trumpet, paradoxically organic electronic percussion and minimal piano figures soulfully evoke an introspective mood, a notably reflective melancholy, particularly on tracks like "Meters." On "Static Moons," meanwhile, the doleful trumpet is ringed with the buzzing of electronic insects and a disembodied voice from a distance — like something in a holographic multiplex of the future, after hours, with only the hint of a janitorial staff somewhere out of sight. Languid future jazz noir through and through.
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