Rob Wilkerson is a generous musician with an ear for beauty. In quest of recognition or sustenance some musicians can forget what initially called them to this life-path: sound. Not Rob. Artistry and renown are not always aligned in our musical socioeconomy. But despite the impure state of the meritocracy, good music is still the best promotional device. An album full of promise such as Rob's reminds us all why we do what we do.

Every member of this ensemble deserves wider recognition. Over the long term each will achieve such recognition precisely because he is not living in its pursuit. Rob, Jesse, Adam, Bill, they make up a particularly fertile crescent of the Brooklyn underground; open-minded, acute, warm. Chris has long been one of our prime sources of inspiration, a beacon of sound, spirit and concept. The consequent circle possesses a unity of vision. Rob's decision-making on this first album is flawless, his writing imbued with graceful counterpoint and natural repose. The title track is pristine. Listen.