Jazz cats say dirty when the groove gets human — slightly behind the beat, slightly louder than polite, slightly more honest than the chart promised.

That's the whole brief: smoky voicings, walking inner lines, dominant chords that lean instead of behave. If you came for juvenile wordplay, the bouncer is the metronome. Settle in or catch the late set elsewhere.

Recommended listening mood: small club, bad AC, good espresso, nobody checking their phone during the bridge.