How do dreams inform who we are? If we love something, why is it that we love it? What does the value of self really mean in the grand scheme of things? Is the posturing that takes place in everyday social life really who we are after all? Are we really alone in the conscious world? Have we been here before? What is the meaning of life and death; are we truly cyclic in all forms?

Within Infinity, Nelson Devereaux begs these questions despite knowing there simply is no answer, relishing the peace within that ontological obliteration. That’s the fundamental tapestry of the Minneapolis resident’s jazz-adjacent sophomore album, out now on Brooklyn based label Youngbloods. Sifting through spaces of ethereal jazz, experimental art pop, and off-kilter IDM-inspired rhythms, Devereaux’s newest collection of works is as adventurous and explorative as it is graceful and precise. Infinity is a swirling brass-tinged love letter to the feeling of wanderlust; a paradoxical effort celebrating the weight, and weightlessness straddled in our waking life.