John Surman's solo albums are few and far between, but they're always worth waiting for. Here he uses three kinds each of saxophone and clarinet, harmonica and synthesizer to build a soundscape so vivid you can almost see it. Like all his solo works this is inspired by memories of Surman's West Country boyhood, of sailing on the Saltash Passage to the sound of church bells: "the echoing bells, the river going by, gulls turning in the sky". The textures shift subtly, melodies – some delicate, others rough and jolly – drift in and out. The playing and recording, needless to say, are immaculate.