Among the vast selection of dreamy post-classical mood music that arose in the 2010s — think Max Richter and Nils Frahm — this album by a collective led by New York pianist / composer David Moore stands out as capturing a particularly deluxe but bittersweet ambience. Like so much in this sphere it works like perfume, Moore’s endlessly rippling piano arpeggio repetitions and rarefied shoegaze haze hanging in the air, subtly transforming the space around you, with deeper tones sneaking up on you and hitting buttons to evoke memories and trigger buried emotion. It is also a potent addition to the beatless zone of RVNG Intl.’s catalogue — its elegant urbanity forming a counterpoint to the expansive romanticism of new-agers like Pauline Anna Strom and the austere futurism of Visible Cloaks and co.

– Joe Muggs