As American percussionist Hemingway states in the liner notes, he and compatriot Crispell have now played well over 100 concerts together. They have been touring as a duo since the early 1990s; before that, they both spent a significant period in the orbit of Anthony Braxton. They've both played with bassist Reggie Workman too. The impression, on seven of their own (presumably at least in part spontaneous) compositions, plus one Cole Porter number, is of two musicians on absolutely the same wavelength. It's appealingly unpredictable at any given moment, Crispell moving from Cecil Taylor territory to ruminative passages and angle-poise melodies, while Hemingway is by turns sensitive and robust behind the kit. Despite such breadth, the album is cogent and coherent, the sense of focus and conceptual unity continuing even when Hemingway – most of the time playing the same drum kit he has owned since the age of 10 – augments the sound picture with shimmering vibes.