Though Webster has worked separately with both Lisle and Willberg before, it comes as something of a surprise to learn that these three haven’t recorded as a trio till now. Over the past decade or so, they’ve all worked hard to firmly position themselves at the vanguard of a new wave of European avant-gardistas that includes compatriots such as Belgian guitarist Dirk Serries and Mancunian upstarts David Birchall and Andrew Cheetham. Moreover, on the strength of this debut, the trio is already operating at a high level of coordinated telepathic interplay. For the most part, it’s an extremely busy, information-rich sound aesthetic they conjure, with obvious stylistic roots in the ICP/Incus school of Euro improv. Webster’s hyperactive imagination sends him flitting from purrs and flutters to dry key slaps and long, gnarled lines; Willberg almost entirely avoids any traces of jazz, favouring the rough friction and whining stridulations of bow on strings; while Lisle is an engine of crisp rolls, flickering brushes and tightly muzzled momentum. This trio could be going places.