A wet, hot mess of New Orleans jazz
Right from the start, the 8 members of this band just clicked. Maybe it was the endless projects on and off with each other. experimenting with whiskey, blues and rock.
Now, it is political satire come to meetin' the gospel of the horns.
Now, I say this because I love traditional jazz just like this. High-stepping march rhythms, blaring horns and bluesy melodies that carry me back to somewhere I've never encountered in this lifetime.
You won't need earplugs, but you will require advance tickets, because this band has a local following that ain't afraid of the light, public places or freedom of movement.