Hough is the ideal guide. He wholly inhabits the music’s mystical atmosphere, its holy simplicity. Exquisite sensitivity is matched by a steely strength. Sounds coalesce and insist on their presence, before disappearing into the ether. Austerity blends with warmth.

He brings focus and variety to each of these aural morsels, amply rewarding the concentration required on the part of the listener.

Hough's 1998 recording of Mompou's piano music was my first introduction to the Spanish-Catalan composer's introspective world, and this sequel is every bit as mesmerising. In Hough's hands, each of these elusive miniatures feels like a tiny meditation, and every subtle shift in mood and texture is immaculately judged - set aside an hour to listen to the whole thing undisturbed and I promise you'll feel your equilibrium shift.

For repertoire like this, a pianist with a delicate touch is essential, and Hough’s subtleties are never-ending. Through minute gradations of dynamics or the fragile sculpting of a phrase, the sparest and simplest of these pieces assume a rare beauty.