That Great & Dreadful Day-Tall Tales From The American Swamp

DO NOT LET A CHANCE TO SEE THIS PASS YOU BY!

The band is tight. The weaving between past/present was virtually seamless. The story/stories is/are hilarity when needed, moving when that vibe is called for, and kinda scary when the story gets to the part where the characters can do nothing more than submit to a higher power and Plea. (Know that’s vague, but I don’t know how to describe the specifics quickly without spoilers.)

I loved their energy; felt like I was eavesdropping in on a family unit and not just watching a performance. I loved the multicultural cast. The beanpole and harmonica guys were a hoot. The slide guitarist (?) and the bass player – I can’t decide which one I should Temporarily Marry. That woman’s voice is from The God Of The Old Testament, channeled through 30s-era backwater juke joints and Billie. The preacher? THE PREACHER. OMG THE PREACHER.

Quite a good time!

(Review based on the show at the Adler that ran just before Fringe started. The version at the Fringe is virtually identical.)