Guitarist, banjo-player, poet and vocalist Wendy Eisenberg divides her musical output between art song and angular improvisation. Here she focuses on the latter, marrying the bristling jags and tweaked harmonics of British non-idiomatic pioneers such as Derek Bailey and John Russell with deconstructed takes on the finger-picking, raga-inspired flurries of John Fahey and Peter Lang. Its Shape Is Your Touch is neither entirely liberated or blithely sentimental, but sits contentedly at the crossroads between Eisenberg’s disparate influences. At its most subtle and softly-softly subversive Its Shape Is Your Touch elicits the barely-there serenity of David Birchall’s recent, and rather fine, Dusk, as well as the impishness of Mary Halvorson’s most inventive moves. Eisenberg seems entirely capable of heading off down a multitude of stylistic paths, but here’s one route certainly deserving of further exploration.