For best results, stick these tunes on the car stereo, put on a pair of shades and take off at sunrise, cruising through red lights at interminably slow speed, unfettered by post-industrial worries or cares...

Im-Pure jazz delivered with delight from Swinscoe and his motley crew of warbling drunken masters, escaping the sub-urban sample cul-de-sac to cruise down boulevards of decadence and debauchery, where rolling drum solos and fluid saxophone licks flutter brilliantine eyelashes at you in rampant displays of musical prostitution. 'Hug ya, squeeze ya' they whisper in soft voices, tempting you into their lurid world... a world where croupiers slickly deal you into the twentieth century while cigarette smoking horn-players reminisce about bourbon, bassists and beautiful women.

The Cinematic Orchestra are like that special outfit in your wardrobe you only wear when you want to ooze sex, style, class and quality - play this slate when you need the world you live in to appear in grainy black & white, escaping the glossy glare of nineties nausea.

The Cinematic Orchestra play atmospheric symphonettes that caress the parts of your soul unmoved by the sampler generation, providing a refreshing sound filled with a warmth reminiscent of Charlie Mingus and Miles Davis... music that heralds a new movement towards twentieth century jazz, pleaseing purista and impurista a like.