Never judge an album by its title. That parallel to the book-and-cover adage is worth remembering, as you can never truly know what sits beyond a name or an idea until you give something a listen. Take Lionsong, for example. The roar and thunder that one might associate with the most majestic of wildcats is a far cry from much of the music that greets the ears on this protean production from drummer-composer Shawn Baltazor. Everything from dream sequences with strings to loping swing with attitude to glazed-over tales of yearning manages to appear at one time or another on this most fascinating of albums.

A brief, string-centric prelude ushers Lionsong in with an air of apprehension before the real show begins. But in that twenty-one second welcome, Baltazor lucidly introduces his fondness for uncertainty. The first proper song—"Folklore"—furthers the idea of Baltazor-as-explorer. Simple pianisms and the light trappings of a percussive rainforest help the music to settle in, but firm shape and footing eludes the ear. It's a piece built on the play between connections and separation.

As the album plays on, an appreciation for Baltazor's clich��-free approach to playing and composing grows. He paints in the background with brushes on the simple and serene "Nostalgia," creates drive without unnecessary force while aiding in the intensification process on "Chance," uses piano and strings to channel peace on "King Of Kings," explores a Brazilian stream of sound on "Fantasia," balances bright(er) colors with a slate gray sensibility during "With Each Breath," and powers the beastly "Momentum" with spirit and strength. His solo on that last number, growing from a snare-and-tom back-and-forth to a tumultuous tantrum, proves to be one of the album highlights.

In putting together this project, Baltazor managed to pick all of the right players to bring life and depth to his music. Guitar wizard