I’ve always found Air’s moody loungescapes a little flabby-sentimental without discretion and full without restraint. Their work for The Virgin Suicides, though, breathed fresh life into the duo; their cinematic aspirations finally fit when corseted by both visual and narrative parameters. City Readings is Air’s collaboration with Alessandro Baricco’s tale of youth and grizzle, urbanity and the Wild West, and the result’s a soothing hour of scene-setting and storytelling. Baricco’s voice is deep and hypnotic (perhaps even more so if the only Italian word you can pick out of his reading is the oft-repeated pistola”), while Air lays on the pretty, fuzzy atmospherics.