Should you allow Heap’s voice a visual playmate, a celestial ghost or a spacial cloud, then you could imagine it diving into and upon itself. Dipping and thrashing with silk ease like playful dolphins. Emerging from a sun bounced ocean surface before plunging with seemingly languid ease into black holes, and spinning in and around crowded souls, coaxing them to fun or huddled hope. This abounding and daring multi-layer of a cappella stir, a motion blur of effort, is entirely gorgeous, even if founded on crestfallen confusion: “Blood and tears, they were here first… It’s all for the best? Of course it is.” [Purchase.]