Here's a man who knows what he does best and is content with that. Hamilton, shortly to be 60, has been recording regularly since the 1970s and shows no sign of waning powers or stylistic indecision. He doesn't offer clarinet or flute or any of the latter-day reedman's doubles; instead he concentrates on playing tenor-saxophone ‘prettily with that beautiful sound’, in the late trumpeter Bill Berry's words. Where once he was a mainstay of the Concord label, releasing album after album, he's no longer wanted there. Now he records as and when and has formed a fruitful relationship with fellow-saxophonist Alan Barnes's Woodville label. He's teamed here with his preferred UK support team, a collective association that goes back years. As the album title indicates, this live session was recorded at the Dean Street Pizza Express, cementing a relationship between artist and venue that started 35 years ago. Even in this age of high-profile CD releases and jazz funk, Dean Street always finds a slot for Scott and happily, for both parties, the place is usually full when he appears. There must be a lesson there somewhere. It's too easy to say that this is Scott in his regular form and doing what comes naturally. Of course, he still hews to the broad mainstream tenor style but with a well-informed pianist like Pearce, who loves to tinker with the harmonies, and those top ‘colour sergeants of rhythm’, Green and Brown on hand, he sounds inspired and lively, relaxed and assured, happy to spin out his own pleasing variations on these good tunes. The supreme ballad master of our day – try him on ‘Spring Can Really Hang You Up the Most’ – he can swing hard too, unflustered and in control, on ‘Cherokee’ and the like.