The wind of good fortune brought me the music of Chris Forsyth. By chance, I just discovered his latest album. This is a mostly instrumental piece, with punctual singing. It is different, even experimental, yet without unpleasant ruptures. The audio in this album paints a very “full” stage, with few opportunities for silence, but it does not get tiring, instead involving and flowing through the listener. At times, it remembers me the early Pink Floyd.