A disturbing admission - if I was a teenager in the 50s, I would have been very into Esquivel and his ‘space age bachelor pad music.’ This stuff was cheesy even at the time, but I’m a sucker for audacious arrangements and mischievous humor. I love the exotica of Les Baxter and Martin Denny too, ‘world music’ clearly made by the whitest men alive. It’s too inaccurate to be offensive, like 50s-era visions of spaceships where all the women were still stewardesses, and tracks like “Jungle Drums” are crafted with love and Atomic-age panache.