On the short-lived moment when Warner Bros. was distributing Opal records, this Harold Budd
album probably reached more people than his previous work combined. One can hope so, at least. This album shows Budd
at his most stylistically pure: nine pieces that rarely shift from their piano and synth instrumentation, all treated with much echo and coloration. Budd
is after beauty, not menace, but with the mystery that follows it. From the pulse of "Coyote" to the grand thunder and rolling clouds of "Balthus Bemused By Color," this is a solid album, one for thinking, studying, or whatever one does when the ambient comes.