If John Moreland’s latest album paints in bold scarlets and golds, Matthew Ryan’s Hustle Up Starlings paints on the same canvas but with silver and blues. This is an album for a twilight in the summer, that murky ten minutes between sunset and full dark. If you’re lucky enough to watch the wind rustle through the trees, the sparrows rushing back to their nests, and the bats fluttering out of wherever they come from, then this is the soundtrack for that. (Or, in my case, listening to the train clatter by.)