Cole’s devotion, perhaps most memorably and mellifluously expressed in ‘Mona Lisa’, was to the enigma of beauty, that transcendent thing that wecannot adequately define but which we recognise as soon as confronted by it. Try ‘Blame It on My Youth’ here. Is it jazz? Probably. Is it beautiful? Certainly. Does it survive the ages? It has so far. Welcome to a world where everything seems light, graceful and airy –bright, cheerful and romantic –swinging, dancing and stunning.