Tenor saxophonist David S. Ware places his wailing sax in a noir-like setting of strings and ethereal synth sounds. As desolate as a deserted industrial neighborhood of warehouses on songs such as "Ananda Rotation," with only Ware's howl to keep you company. Insistent explorations, loose and wily, on "Weave I" and "Weave II." Mournful, stirring blocks of strings moving in tandem like panoramic masses of storm clouds across blue skies on "Threads." And always Ware's huge sax sound, grounding and stabilizing even when it soars into high-pitched squawks. It's like a flame extending from an open hearth: it can burn hot, but it also feeds.