The music on How The River Ganges Flows: Sublime Masterpieces of Indian Violin [1933-1952] isn’t just beautiful, it’s often awe-inspiring. Beautiful in a way that verges on the scary, grasping at the divine. The 14 performances here are virtuosic in the technical sense, but also emotionally virtuosic, if that makes sense. The players here are almost surgical in their veil-piercing evocations of loss, longing, joy, sadness—the full spectrum of humanity somehow translated into breathtaking sound.