Leon Vynehalls second album is unusually well-balanced. His drums, which sound like theyre sampled from old funk and disco LPs, are tough and muscular, but he surrounds them with soft keyboards, wispy strings and even harp. The result is a take on deep house as dynamic and richly variegated as a slowly rolling rock tumbler full of agates. Saxony sets jazz flute riffs to sprightly bass and a skipping groove; Beau Sovereign layers whispered come-ons over dramatic chords; and Paradisea is an eyes-closed ode to floating weightlessly above the dance floor.