Elusiveness and mystery, always present in the solo work of , are the slow-burning fuel of (Metamatic), his first ever album of piano instrumentals. He worked with Harold Budd on 2003’s , but that was wilfully abstract. This feels more centred, without sacrificing, which came as close as Foxx now ever will to ‘rock’, this quietly muses over fin de siècle Paris. The musician is a flâneur, finding correspondence in unexpected sights and offering responsive sounds. Its minimalism is moving; its restraint rich in reverie. Foxx’s 21st-century body of work grows ever more absorbing.
