Chris Spector, Midwest Record

A tyro set by a trumpet cat the label owner is too cool to call a protégé instead insisting he’s a mentoree. All on board are a little long in tooth to really be called tyros, but these young lions have already jazzed it up with august personages and peerages and can make their angular statement for the future now. A tasty, adventurous set that finds these cats feeling their oats and not going gently into that good night to play cocktail jazz, this is thinking man’s, sitting down hot stuff. A natch to go with clove ciggies and groovy waitresses, these cats play the other side of daddio jazz and do it with real style. Well done.

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