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[B]Harry Connick Jr[/B]. [B]The Manhattan Transfer[/B]. [B]Cherry Poppin' Daddies[/B]. Satan and all his dark angels...
Which may be why he also insists on makin g his undeniably impressive guitar skills the overbearing, all-encompassing focal point of the show, outshining even his star-spangled jacket and a choreographed, swaying, 16-piece band. Old Brian is indeed a fine crooner, and when the double bass and skull-cracking snare give the blaring horns a rocket up the arse, there's nothing kitsch, retro or ironic about it, let alone easy-listening. But then over-manic guitar soloing gets to the point where you're wondering whether progressive swing metal could catch on as a new genre.
Who cares? Because when he plays old Stray Cat numbers like 'Rock This Town' and 'Rumble In Brighton', and sideburn-shaking new numbers like 'Cat On A Hot Tin Roof', you remember that this is a performer with the balls to eat Frank Sinatra for breakfast and spit him out all over the stage.
'Swing' on that, suckers.
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