Music by the marvelous, criminally underrated composer and "Aural Alchemist" Charles Koechlin is always a discovery and invariably. "Koechlin can daub with notes as Seurat daubed with bright pigments on canvas [he] could, whenever he wished, bathe his music in the impressionist glories of Debussy and Ravel or give it the delicacy of Fauré and then toughen it up with some Roussel-like grinding rhythms." (Robert Reilly) He is an impressionist dreamboat. With a title like The Seven Stars Symphony and following so closely on the heels of the equally enchanting Vers la voûte étoilée (Toward the Vault of the Stars), you'd think the work was some spectacular colorist bonanza of celestial ambitions. Actually, it's Koechlin's ode to his favorite film stars - but no less bewitching for that.