My fellow journalist Charlie Wilmoth over in the webpages of Dusted is on the one when he compares the work of Italian sound artist Luca Bergero to that of Keith Berry. There's the same concern for detail throughout this excellent and elegantly packaged CD (I admit it, I have a Rodgers and Hammerstein-like fondness for things that come tied in string), and the same ability to create music that manages to convey a sense of space and distance without being spacey or distant. Discreet, intimate and poetic, rather; and, once more like Berry (who seems ever happy to throw in quotations of Basho), Bergero isn't afraid to append evocative titles to his work – though even if the album were called ST/4-1,080262 or Composition N° 247 instead of Le baptême de la solitude it would, I suspect, work its charms. The delicate fluttering high frequencies, luminous but never obtrusive drones and carefully treated field recordings are, however, best appreciated on headphones. Unless, that is, you happen to live in a place quiet enough to baptise your solitude by appreciating its many subtleties on a good pair of speakers.