A phrase in a press release for Between All Things suggests Ohma’s hypnotic album is “jazz-influenced instrumental music that is not jazz.” I realize I’m outing myself, but the nebulous category has been my sweet spot for a couple years. The majority of recent straight-ahead jazz albums strike me as frustratingly stodgy or hopelessly corny. (There are notable exceptions.) Between All Things is something else entirely. A blend of lo-fi Pocket Operator-style beats, low-stakes smooth jazz and hazy psychedelia, Between All Things is a mesmerizing compendium of groovy sounds.