Having only strayed episodically into the ethereal fusion of this big Scottish road band down the years, it's intriguing to scan its Manus/Donal Lunny connections, and its eccentric church of cosmopolitan percussion, rock-Womaddy drums, Popcorn synth-bips and washes, electro-funk rhythm guitars, etc. Karen Matheson's voice soars through New Ageisms, more cutting Outer Hebridean Gaelic airs and ditty-didles, and the fabulous geographical fusion of Inexile. Mick McGoldrick's purly jazz-trad flute thankfully opens into more native sessions with accordion, whistles, pipes and fiddle, which enliven the heart before receding back into the syncopated groove. Nicely chilled, although the seas can be a little too glassy for comfort betimes.