The end of Elina Duni's decadelong romance with pianist Colin Vallon also broke their musical partnership in her quartet (like Vallon's trio, an ECM act). Duni answered these ruptures with this solo album about exile and loss. Her own move aged 10 from Albania to Switzerland makes the theme autobiographical, and urgent in a Europe shaken to its ethical foundations by refugees. A repertoire including Jacques Brel, Yiddish, Arab, Albanian, Kosovan and Swiss folk songs is sung in nine languages, emphasising the historic universality of being wrenched apart. Duni's voice is a finely calibrated instrument of contained sorrow. Notes are held then vaporously expire on the Kosovan lament ‘Vishnja’, while the Albanian despair of ‘Vaj Si Kenka’ is met with a scat. Linguistic inflections suggest cultural ones, as with the mournful lilt and blue bent to the Yiddish ‘Oyfn Veg’, the bitter ironies of Brel's ‘Je Ne Sais Pas’, and an unexpectedly mellifluous German-Swiss ode to sublime nature, ‘Schönster Abestärn’. Duni's own ‘Let Us Dive In’ is surely an elegy to her time with Vallon. Coolly plaintive piano and a voice which glides as if on zephyr winds ends with this summation: “It's been good, till here. And we made it through, till here.” The last word is a slow exhale, as something wonderful expires into the past. Duni shows her potential as a singer-songwriter as turbulent emotion almost breaks the song's surface. Elsewhere, these European blues from a dozen diasporas stay too dignified to cry.