With the see-your-own-breath kind of mysticism of winter and the first day of spring sort of joy, Youngest Children embolden a youthful gaze still mesmerized by daily curiosities. It’s the looseness with which they play, the digital smiles giggling throughout Midwest Quest that make this mark. But with a keen ear one can make out an undercurrent concerned with the elements of life typically ignorant to children. It is very much the sound beneath sound, and their music is the singing bowl meant to erase the mind long enough to hear the natural world again. The duo leads the laughing meditation through song as masters of plains naivete. They are the unsophisticated mountain top, a thin lined sketch of wisdom--a simple chant echoing into time.