Limpid, elegant piano instrumentals interwoven with cozy pastoral sounds: chirrups, rustles, beating wings, even a day-greeting volley of cock crows to start things off. This doesn’t feel like a gimmick—it’s an album deeply interested in sound as such. The piano is mic’d nice and close, so you can hear the brush of the hammers, the air of the pedals. Maillard’s playing is impressionistic, softly jazzy, thoughtful, & intelligent. So many reasons to press play on this one—it’s sure to spend a lot of time in the deck.
