Few musicians can make a piece of pipe, a mere couple of feet long, sound as sensuous as Carlos Jimenez. On Mambo Dulcet/Red Tailed Hawk there is ample evidence to show that Jimenez does not so much as play the flute as he caresses its keys. In his hands that instrument would appear to be a woman’s body, which Jimenez strokes. His fingers appear to trace the curves of her body, stopping every once and awhile to emphasis a particularly beautiful part [...]