This slipped in under the radar, just before Christmas. It’s a dazzling, soul-searching brew of deconstructed but highly lyrical piano-trio balladry, free improv, minimalism — critics will mention Morton Feldman in relation to anything at the drop of a hat — and Impressionists like Mompou, Faure… even startling shots of brilliant funk, in Template. Hotly recommended.

Positioning him between Milford Graves and Morton Feldman, the New York Times reckons this is ‘Mr. Sorey’s best album… bereft of almost anything resembling a steady cadence. Instead, what’s inside the pulse — resonance, fluid, potential — comes to the fore. It’s not rare for recordings of improvised music to give a sense of the physical space between instrumentalists, but with Mr. Sorey’s trio, that air seems to be in a state of charged collapse, packed with magnetic density.’