Vermont-based Greg Davis is no stranger to collaborations. Within the last year he has isolated and decimated samples-some of which sound like rutting kitchen appliances–with fellow laptop tone poet Keith Fullerton Whitman. Now he partners with Parisian Sebastien Roux for a cross-the-ocean crossed wires pollination of profusely pastoral electrocoustics. Aqueous melodies-culled from over a dozen instruments' resonances plus field recordings-shimmer as if equally mica-and microprocessor-flecked, glossy and murmuring. And Beach Boys-like moments of sonorous harmonics swell with finesse (or is that Fennesz?). With hints of Dream Syndicate's minimalism and Mego-maniacal smelting, this album's mesmeric subtleties will satisfy both academic listeners and those who prefer sounds IDMinence.