Cinema and the circus make unlikely jazz bedfellows in Mark Edwards' new band. The sound is woozily celebratory then wryly bittersweet, a worldly atmosphere recalling Fellini's carnivalesque films, and their Nino Rota scores. Such loving, diverse European roots defy these terrible times. Ben Sarfas's violin draws on the gypsy and klezmer sounds of the continent's persecuted, most obviously on ‘Schindler’s List'. John Williams' theme is freighted with melancholy, heavy and slow, till Sarfas soars heartbreakingly from the darkness. His solo becomes a keening cry. The tumble of drums on ‘El Sabio’ is more typically upbeat, like a carnie huckster urging, ‘Roll up!’. Shadows are usually of the romantic, film noir sort, as with ‘Sette Sorelle’'s Hitchcock hints, and ‘A Rain of Stars’' slow, sad dance, with co-writer Imogen Ryall as its closing-time torch singer. Julian Nicholas' sax is showcased on his anarchic ‘Missus Misterfullofleas’, and Ennio Morricone's schmaltzy ‘Souvenir’. Edwards' piano briefly touches on hard bop, but The Cloggz mostly inhabit the bawdy jazz border shared by early Tom Waits (an Edwards favourite, the band cover him live). The Third Man's zither theme and Weimar cabaret decadence are both here in spirit, too – a disreputable, polyglot continent honoured by this Sussex band.