The making of ' sixth album began in early 2020. and recorded for weeks at the former's studio in Hamilton, Ontario, after which the latter returned to his adoptive Berlin, leaving to shape the material while continuing the writing and recording processes. at the same time absorbed outside (and outdoor) influences as he listened to a diverse range of subtle music during walks along Hamilton trails. He consequently became fascinated with incorporating many layers of sound, reducing them in the mix, and optimizing spatialization to make the songs best suited for low-volume listening. The understated and enveloping is the result. ' contributions are heard on four of the nine songs, as are 's gentle saxophone intonations. The voice of melts into 's on "Yes 2," the only danceable track, a luminescent confection somewhere in the realm of 's "High Come Down" and 's -assisted "Oh No." variably warps his vocals from track to track, in multiple instances makes use of a -like chorus of "ahh"s, and twice features a voice synthesizer that either recites Latin or stammers incoherently. Still, sounds like a solitary effort. It's an inviting one, instantly pulling in the listener with the serene ambience of "Must Be All the Wrong Things"; like nothing else the have done before, the LP's introduction is wide open, containing a tender, expressive bassline and bell-like keyboard tones, and a latter half that resembles a kind of slow exhalation. "Night Walk" picks up the pace a little with a low-profile mechanical churn, and "Thinking About You Calms Me" -- the setup for "Yes 2" -- is tantalizing electro-pop full of affection and a sense of solace. The flickering, twinkling instrumental "Fidget" leads to "Samba on Sama," a floating ballad with dulcet chimes, rippling pulsations, and whispered fragmentary lyrics about the onset of spring and something far more serious. Last, right on time, is the title song, a pattering slice of avant adult contemporary. The central line "Hold a lantern to what's yours," absolute dreck in any other context, lands like a soft bomb. ~ Andy Kellman