A bit of a mixed bag this. First, I don’t do vocal jazz. Jazz that I listen to, which has vocals, tends to be chants (or in the case of Return to Forever, that awful Gayle Moran - which in complete merde).
With this in mind, I listened to this slightly cynically. What I found was an album that I couldn’t listen to in itself. However, if I was in my old local La Perla in Fulham and this came on, I would probably love it. This would probably have been after a pitcher of the best Margaritas in London, mind.