You get the feeling that Pink Martini prides itself in its high-brow splendor, as if they’re winking at you in between choruses and loving every cheeky minute of it. They probably are, but who cares? Their music—and their globetrotting—make for a damn good time. They are the first band in a long time to give the over-used term “world music” a good name. Read my review of Hey Eugene! on The Riff.