Laurie AndersonSongs from the Bardo

A slow drift through the Tibetan Book of the Dead, where Anderson's spoken murmurs, Tenzin Choegyal's keening Himalayan voice, and Jesse Paris Smith's drones braid into one long candlelit passage between worlds. Singing bowls shimmer, strings hover, and the whole thing breathes like incense smoke. Not music to dance to, but to dissolve into. Sit still, turn the lights low, and let it carry you somewhere quiet and vast.