Berlin-based experimentalist Laurel Halo has previously shown a proclivity for the disarmingly strange and beautiful; on album three we find similarly disconcerting classical cacophonies and fractious electronics. Lyrically, Halo takes inspiration from concrete poetry, with her and guests including Klein and Julia Holter leaping between singing and sprechgesang. Right from opener Sun to Solar, there is an undercurrent of warmth that continues throughout – even eerie moments of free jazz are imbued with humour (one such track is called Arschkriecher – or, in English, “arse-kisser”). Dust is a record that is powerful, consuming, yet also strangely comforting.