After spending the last decade working with the kind of jazzbos that figured out how to avoid being a starving artist without selling out, Drummond continues to step out on her own, spreading her wings farther with each outing. It's unavoidable acknowledging the DNA behind this recording---jazz, new age, world, some saloon, some samba, some classical, some Herbie Mann excursions into all of the above---but it's also unavoidable acknowledging that like a sonic Dr. Frankenstein, she's reassembled these building blocks into a whole new whole that's one of a kind. With most of her side players being leaders we've enthused over in the past, they come together here under her baton bringing their A game throughout. Not aiming for hit records, Drummond aims her flute for a hit sound making this the kind of date that won't blow up out of the box but will put her kids through college and pay for her groceries when she gets old enough for Social Security and finds it's not there. Utterly killer adult jazz throughout.