Forty years. That’s one hell of a hiatus between albums, but evidently an iota in the erosion of the prevailing muse of a mentor, even for the free-thinking Brighton, a former operative with the Spontaneous Music Ensemble and Tony Oxley Quartet. The late, great Derek Bailey was Brighton’s tutor and friend and it’s his considerable shadow that looms large over this collection, Brighton’s follow-up to 1977’s solo debut Marsh Gas. While the relationship is rendered explicit in the use of Bailey’s spoken words on opening track ‘A Voice You Left Behind’, where the Sheffield scion waxes lyrical on the worth of improvised music recordings, Brighton’s guitar- playing over the album’s first half amplifies the debt – you’ll hear the same spidery chords, the same faux-fumbled runs, but fewer chiming harmonics and a greater tendency to bunch rather than let notes hang out to dry. More distinctive are the final tracks where Brighton is accompanied by his son Paul on electronics, the pan-generational pairing seemingly set on conjuring a whole gamut of MR James-like spooks.