Tres Mils is a rundown estate on Seville's South Side, and home to the city's Gitano (Spanish Gypsy) community since the Sixties. Notorious for junkies and crime, the bus service has been stopped and residents complain that taxi drivers wont even go there.

Director Dominque Abel's film scrapes away this grim public image, to reveal a community that lives and breathes flamenco music. Yes, there are problems - as some of the older residents tell us - but the people have their music and dance. What music it is too, featuring mesmerising guitar-playing, and rousing ensemble gatherings. Many, from the youngest to the eldest, take their turn to sing woeful, wailing solos throwing every last drop of their spirit into the performances.

Shot as a verite style film, it actually feels something like a documentary in the Buena Vista Social Club mould. We gradually meet many of the local characters in the build-up to a tribute concert, including one who dresses incongruously like an American Indian. However, where Buena Vista has a more formal narrative structure, here we move from a bar, to a street scene, to a ladies' gathering, to a family dinner table, to a bloody cock fight - meeting music at every turn - but with very little storyline.

Quite a lot can be extrapolated from on-screen conversations, but the lack of a clear narrative leaves some doubt as to who people are and what they do. Ultimately, this is about the music itself and its power to alleviate the gnawing problems of poor housing, unemployment, illiteracy and drugs. It is the ancient life-blood of this community.