A little over a year ago, I saw James Blake live with Moses Sumney opening. It was a great show, and I remember both sets very clearly, but I imagine that over time the memory will blur into something like LIMBO. It's neat stuff, retaining the trademark Blake-ian fragility of voice and production but considerably more upbeat in terms of both tempo and mood. Not exactly my thing, but it's a pleasant enough listen, and one that's more than earned re-consideration once the weather warms up a little bit.

(I have less to say about this album than about the person who recommended it, the most excellent Max Read).

Highlights: FIREWORKS, Psycho, Could We Just Talk Instead?