Article from Stereophile, July, 1998 by Wes Phillips:

None But the Lonely Heart:

            Some records are familiar the first time you hear them—they seem to insinuate themselves into the spaces in your soul, as though returning to a place that had been haunted by their absence.  None but then Lonely Heart  is one of those records. It is a dialog between two masterful musicians: Charlie Haden, perhaps the most resected acoustic bassist on the planet and Chris Anderson, a pianist best known as a teacher, but whose grasp of harmony is profound.

            Piano and bass would seem an unlikely combination, but neither of these musicians plays by everyday rules. Haden has never been a conventional bass player—rather than play the changes, he tends to build harmonic underpinnings out of tunes and phrases suggested by the structure of each song. Anderson is one of the most contemplative pianists I have ever heard—each chord and phrase carries the weight of thought, and there is never a wasted note. Together, their music is full of surprises as they wander down familiar paths, discovering new vistas around every turn. This is truly a record of discovery.

            Anderson is a delight. He hears things differently— even jazz staples that have received thousands of interpretations seem fresh when he plays them. As he and Haden negotiate “The Night We Called It A Day,”the tune loses any sense of the cloying sentimentality that has accrued from the thousands of lounge interpretations we’ve heard; what’s left is the clean, powerful harmonic framework that has made the song endure. Not that Haden and Anderson can’t strut some serious jellyroll; Anderson’s original “CC Blues” is worthy of any Kansas City piano professor. Haden’s bass sounds massive with a deep earthiness that will tax the resolution of even Class A loudspeakers. The piano sound is no less incredible: the inner voicings of Anderson’s chords are presented with clarity and detail. The recording was made in Cami Hall in New York, and the sense of real instruments in a large space is almost palpable. Some people may actually wish for a little less detail— you can hear Haden breathing, and the occasional fingerboard noise— but I just took these as badges of authenticity.

            None but the Lonely Heart is one of those rare recordings in which profound music is presented in flawless sound. Find it. Buy i. Cherish it.