After a series of records where Azita has explored what can be done with song – from the barbed sonnets of Enantiodromia, through the joie de vivre of Life On The Fly, and the candle-light charms of How Will You? – she has now found a new voice with which to speak and sing, a voice that allows more uncertainty into the bargain, which negotiates the untidy complexities of the heart with grace, fully aware of the snags and traps set when humans pull together and then fall apart. With the title song serialized, it takes on the form of a seasonal compass, from the opening lines, where “Our fall here is like a spring,” and you can trace the discreet but all-important shifts in mood across Disturbing The Air through the tone and delivery of each snippet of the title song itself. Subsequently, the first few songs of the album are of a piece, tracking the development of the fall through to the “bones of September” and then on into “December dismembered / Struck off my leaves / To lay bare only memory / Stripped to my knees.