An album with sleeve notes from a Yale professor could, you may think, confirm your worst suspicions of what jazz records are all about.
But this record takes you gently to one side, away from the more obvious areas of dance music, and, once it's got you there, erodes your underwear from the inside out.
Snowboy is the conga slapping engine room behind this joyous outing, but the Harvey Nichol's proportioned shop front is provided by Neil Amgilly's Fender Rhodes and Hammond organ tickles and great meaty chunks of brass from the three man horn section.
Their sheer energy is backed-up by class delivery and crystal clear tune-smithing. On the loungcore side of things 'Blues Para T' and 'Straight From The Gate' have their feet thrust in the '60's porthole, but that is just about the only time this record sounds nostalgic.
This is living breathing music and with tunes like the Cubano-grooved 'Ofrenda' and the exhilarating finale flyer 'Descarga Angixi' in place, you'll have no problem feeling just why.
