How to turn a moment of worry, uncertainty and isolation into something of a warm-hearted, creative catalyst? How to build bridges when humanity in its entirety seems caught in the nets of decisively painful crossroads? Written and recorded during the lockdown that's put our civilisations to sleep for the past year, the new album from Third Attempt comes as a much welcome balmy treat to our existentially dreadful times.

Dishing out good vibes in copious amounts, the aptly named 'Beats From The Quarantine' finds Third Attempt doing what he does best, i.e. pushing low-slung trip-hop joints and reframed disco blends on a loungey tip. An idyllic opener, 'Addicted' gets the ball rolling in soothing, dreamy fashion - grooving out to a plush, slap-heavy bounce that'll get your hips swaying and feet shuffling without further ado. Channeling polychromatic urban energies, the sample-heavy 'Front To The Back' then serves up a crisp mix of hip-hop drums, fluttering melodies and nu-age-friendly flights steering us closer to organic sound folds.

A heavily dubbed-out jazzy affair, 'Make It Double' stresses an intricate mixture of brass-laden jamming, wistful piano chords and smokey funk bass, all resounding across a dense haze of FX and subtle textural arrangements that grow deeper as bars pass by. Drifting towards more ethereally soulful heights, the brittle 'Missing Feeling' has us teleported to poetic jazz dreamlands in a snap of the finger. Fusing a solid bass with lush flocks of mischievous woodblocks and otherworldly chimes, the track floats in a zone of its own, just as eerily lavish as it is invitingly emotional.

Fuelled on laid-back trip-hop and vibraphonic kosmische, downtempo chugger 'Please Hold' quietly rides on to greener spiritual pastures, whilst 'Rain' reels out a more aqueous swing - mustering a breezy yet introspective package of sonar-like bloops, luxuriant disco shades and dusky Floridian atmospherics. Upping the tempo drastically, 'Images' keeps the feels pouring but tweaks the whole into a further hectic acid-drenched second half. Tapping into traditional Hindu motifs, 'Mirage' is a deeper-than-deep mystic trip, catching its listener in hypnotic webs of sitar-imbued harmonics.

Breathable to the fullest, 'Air' eases us in moody balearic jazz territories again through finely woven flights of languid trumpets and polychromatic pads, paying a nice tribute to the late José Padilla's evergreen melodic touch. One to curl up and drift off to, closing cut 'Cocoon' wraps us in warm layers of piano and synth-strewn accordance, fitting somewhere between the prismatic beauty of Aphex Twin's Drukqs-ian excursions and further sun-kissed Ibizean magic.