Just when you started to despair that there would ever emerge a talented house producer from the lake-shores of Montreux, along comes a perfect example. Dollar Mambo? Stéphan Perrinjaquet is super-skilled, free of fear, bedazzled with hellish funkyness, or simply the man to convince you that jazz has the last word in the realm of the four-to-the-floor. Not for nothing, Stéphane Perrinjaquet has soaked up all that jazz, soul and blues from years of drooling at notorious performances at that festiva...

Just when you started to despair that there would ever emerge a talented house producer from the lake-shores of Montreux, along comes a perfect example. Dollar Mambo? Stéphan Perrinjaquet is super-skilled, free of fear, bedazzled with hellish funkyness, or simply the man to convince you that jazz has the last word in the realm of the four-to-the-floor. Not for nothing, Stéphane Perrinjaquet has soaked up all that jazz, soul and blues from years of drooling at notorious performances at that festival. Rumours even uphold that once a glimmer shone on Miles’ trumpet, and tinker-bell-wise zigzagged through that concert hall only to blind young Stéphane: to forever bind him onto his future path of clubby, eccentric playfulness. Ah, the prophetic joys of music! You can bet your dollar on that mambo.