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Slip past the neon flash of Nanking Road, beyond the gambling dens and silk shops, and push open a door they say doesn’t exist. Inside? There’s no menu. No stage. Just smoke, shadows, and a tango that never asks permission. Backroom Tango on Nanking Road is an illicit jazz affair whispered through walls, where the music’s too slow for safety and the women dance too close for innocence. The air is thick — with perfume, danger, and the scent of spilled whiskey on rosewood floors. A lone trumpet weeps in the corner, while the upright bass keeps a rhythm meant for hips, not feet. A woman in midnight red leads the dance with a man no one’s supposed to know. Her heels strike the floor like secrets breaking free. Every note is an invitation, every chord a risk. This isn’t a club. It’s a confession chamber with velvet drapes and no exits. From the sensual pulse of low-end brass to the teasing sway of brushed snares, this album brings the forbidden backroom jazz scene of 1940s Shanghai roaring to life. It’s smoky. It’s slow. It doesn’t just seduce you — it claims you. Whether you’re lighting a cigarette just to watch it burn or sipping something expensive in silk and silence, Backroom Tango on Nanking Road will pull you into the rhythm of a time where the music was too hot for daylight — and too good to ever stop. TRACKLIST 1. Tango in Silk & Sin The heels click first. The lies follow quietly. 2. Her Cheongsam Was Unzipped by Moonlight Too slow for a dance. Too fast for regret. 3. No Names After Midnight Just music, movement… and memories you don’t mention. 4. Ashes on the Piano Keys He played like he’d already lost her. And maybe he had. 5. The Red Fan Fell First A swirl of satin, smoke, and something unspoken. 6. She Danced With the General’s Ghost The room held its breath. So did he.