Occasional Saints

I just got word from a member and it will "Occasionally Saints". She confirmed it with band leader.

Pianist P.V. Nunes plays with a mixture of Big Easy ease and lapsed Catholic chagrin. It’s nasty, but Nunes and his band, the Occasional Saints, don’t work blue. They don’t have to. They get enough salacious swing out of their new self-titled 10-song pleasure platter.
It’s Professor Longhair with a haircut.
It’s Fats Domino just before he found his thrill.
The songs lean on the double entendre and it’s closely composed with Nunes’ obvious love, and adherence, of the idiom—not just jazz—but New Orleans Jazz.
Here’s a style that demands respect, and Nunes and Co. wallow in the strain like a loyal zydeco puppy. Some have tried with the “Nawlins’’’ shuck ’n’ jive but fall short in a pool of mediocrity. Not the Saints. Not Nunes. This is as real as it can possibly get without a round-trip ticket. It hurts where it should and soothes the burn the rest of the time. Les bon ton roulet!