Guitarist/leader Danny Petroni is one brash but highly amused sonofabitch, and thank God for that, as there are way too many over-mannered bastards everywhere nowadays as the post-Reagan Age of Idiots continues its reign. Monsieur Petroni couldn't have chosen a more appropriate partner for this project than singer Frank Lacy, a cat who brings Louie Prima back to life (without all the skoobly-op) but, even beyond that, is just a great singer, period. I mean, dig, y'all, I have no doubt whatsoever the gods were lollygagging about in the clouds, bored off their divine asses one fine day, when Hatshepsut Datfeelsgoot, the ribald goddess of good times and great sex, thought she'd like to piss off Republican killjoy Xerxes Da Jerxes, and whispered to Anaximander Onenightstander: "Watch what happens when I put these Petroni and Lacy roustabouts together. Xerx will flip his damn wig!" That's preeeeeeeecisely what happened, and you get to hear it.
The Blue Project was wrought by Petroni after Super-Storm Sandy tore the lungs out of Jersey, leaving many fine musos high and dry as sessions and dates were cancelled, things gone to wrack and ruin. Danny thought the outfall was a damn shame but also presented a great opportunity and a way to get everyone back in good spirits, all rolled in one. He was right, and this jumpin', jivin', jukin' high-energy blast is the result. Be prepared to blush more than a few times but also get your dancing shoes on and make sure the soles are reinforced 'cause you'll be shaking booty mornin' til midnight in this escapade. The horn section is to die for, violinist Gary Oleyear managed to wah-wah his axe and sound like Sugarcane Harris come back to life (Requiem for a Working Man), and every last soul played and sang his or her heart out.
Petroni cuts right through all the gallivanting and carousing with a searing set of guitar licks each and every track, but he also arranged everything on the disc, and there's nary a cut where his work thuswise is less than jaw-dropping, pure scuffled up, dirty, nasty, rollicking heaven. I got this slab late late late in 2013, but I'm heralding it as THE way to bring in 2014, y'all. We need this kind of music BADLY, what with all the governential and economic shenanigans going on in every nook and cranny. I say play it chockablock with Lord Mouse's gig (here) and throw cares and worries to the nine winds. Oh, and one more thing, Petroni wrote every song. They all kill. Is there anything this guy CAN'T do? Regardless, I hope he stays hooked up with Lacy 'cause the two go together like scotch 'n soda.
Edited by: David N. Pyles
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