What could be better than the sound of wild wolves howling laid over jazz? Sadly, many things are better than this. The wolves pull off their part of the bargain, howling away very atmospherically, but the jazz is pretty poor – tenth rate nicey jazz with a dreadful drum machine accompaniment. Drum machines, with their unbending rhythm, surely have no place in jazz - unless, like the Nazis, you are trying to create a form of jazz to which an army can march.
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