Funny name for a band, but there’s nothing funny about how good these guys sound together. Although, they hail from Austin, Texas–the self-proclaimed “live music capitol of the world”–half the time they sound like they come from the Louisiana swamp, not the Lone Star state. I reckon the two states do mingle (and share a border). Anyway, we had a shitty turnout on this night of intense wind and sleet. Never the less, Larry put on a show that was part jazz, part blues, a bit of southern rock, some zydeco (thanks to Jeff on washboard), and a touch of Old Mexico tossed in for spice. Night two, the roads were dry buy the music stayed slippery.
