New York Magazine
September 11, 1995


One of the lovelier pop combos in the land is also one of the oddest. A minimalist "neo-cabaret" outfit from Texas, Little Jack Melody and His Young Turks plays the sort of wheezing, bleating spiel music that filled Berlin gin joints as the Weimar Republic was crumbling. With little more than clarinet, tuba, and pump organ, the band lays a lush, tragicomic backdrop for Melody’s painfully acute observations on modern life—like a Kurt Weill for the Tarantino age. September 7-9; Workhouse Theater.

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