Deuter has once again created an stirringly beautiful album that is sure to entrance and calm the soul. Stroll through the landscapes of Deuters musical masterpiece and find yourself in enchanted and blissful serenity. A truly beautiful, hushed, and reverent little masterpiece, Atmospheres can never overstay its welcome because it never occupies the centre stage, remaining always just out reach, as ephemeral and essential as the fading wisps of dream from the night before, the birds still singing to the vanished sun. Such is the case in the softly falling piano cycles in Nine, which are gradually subsumed into soft beds of moody strings and flute. The perfect thing to play for the kids who cant sleep, the melodies always seem to be continually winding down, like that music box from the hazily remembered childhood dresser top, slowly coming to a peaceful stop, ready to start up again with the simple wind of the silver dial, whenever the child once more awakens.