In the Criminals' seedy underworld, bad means good, the Mob rules and gun-toting hoods are portrayed as anti-heroes straight out of the movies.

You only have to look at the title to guage the mood. It is safer to adopt the innocent view that it is purely a tribute to the legendary Big Apple caw-fee bars, but you are more likely to come across this particular brand in an Amsterdam coffee shop.

100% Colombian is the chill-out area after the wild party held by its predecessor Come Find Yourself. The mood is more loungin', with smatterings of raucousness to keep you on your toes.

As with the first album, Colombian introduces you to a collection of dubious, real-life characters.

These boys sure know how to party

There's 'Drunk Eddie from the store', who pops up in Back In The Block - the follow up to King Of New York. Then there are the drug dealers up on 10th Street, nervously filling bags with "much too many seeds" as the police sirens wail in the background.

It is a more calming vibe Up On The Hill, with its deep drums and jazzy sax, while Love Unlimited pays homage to Mr Lurve himself, Barry White, with a tune the great man would have been proud to add his considerable weight to.

Just when you are sinking deeper into the sofa, drifting onto another plane heading for Neverland, you're suddenly awoken by the Stones' Not Fade Away, cunningly disguised as Korean Bodega. There is an even more vivid rrr-rock experience on the Southside, where shades of Sabbath's Paranoid are spurted out of the speakers with a dangerous urgency.

As the album closes you feel the Crims are winding down from an all-dayer, when the drink has been drunk and all the sundries consumed.

These boys sure know how to party and when it comes to making music to die for, they are, in the words of Jim Morrison, "stoned immaculate".