Danish and Polish ambient overlords team up for true king shit. You think you made a gently haunted tapestry of belltones and vocalese but did it with kitchen spa delicacy? Well you didn’t have Nowacka singing on it and you don’t have Birch’s featherlight intelligence. The peaks here feel like Viennese art lieder thrown into the deep pastel end of the Juno 106. Recorded in Copenhagen, this should be the keystone of a new Velvet Revolution, all spiritual blues and greens lifting up the soul of electronic gumption.