A subtle and gorgeously seductive album, with a couple of tiny and mercifully short string accompaniments that one can cheerfully forgive and forget. Otherwise, lie back, listen, and absorb at several levels. This is chamber jazz, utterly seductive, the epitome of cool, and it can be used in the best sense. It is a perfect background, it is balanced and calm, and it can quietly assert itself if you let it. A distinct tone permeates almost every note this great sax player made, and he found a perfect partner in Jim Hall. Listen with half your brain or all of it or none of it; this is mellow and charming. Five stars for sure, and buy it, and bask in the warm bath that was Desmond and Hall together. On a desert island, this will be magic. It is not, nor can it be, the music of Beethoven or Wagner, which dares to take us to very profound heights and depths. But - an important but - mellow jazz is the Blandings Castle of everyday solace in a musical form. P G Wodehouse cannot be Shakespeare, but he is perfect for a gloomy day, a day when Shakespeare is probably not the best voice to turn to. Wodehouse has broad appeal, which is not the same as saying the writing is dumb or uninspired. Desmond and Hall deserve a place in your head.