Zone Bleue probes an arena of minimalism that feels like a synthetic orchestra high on emotional turmoil, a musical interpretation of blue skies on a computer background, an improbable nursery room vibe instigated by the touching silliness of machines wanting to emulate the warmth of trumpets, accordions or the human voice. Steve Reichian time stamps and Raymond Scottesque dreaminess take the listener surfing over waves of lapis-lazuli and ultramarine, going deep into a zone of scattered twilight.