So did the seven piece band live up to its name? Well, consider this. It was a lovely San Francisco late spring day, in the low to mid 60s and seriously breezy. But when the band started cooking on the outdoor stage set up in the middle of Harrison Street, the couple of hundred people in the audience started to shed their clothing (just outer garments, nothing too crazy). This band is so hot it needs two drummers to keep up the pace (well, okay, technically Bill Summers is a percussionist). They’ve also got two trumpet players, a trombonist, a keyboardist and a bass player, and ably demonstrated that a guitar and saxophone were unnecessary. Three of the four members were hot looking, too, in their haute couture. The trombonist sported three-inch French cuffs.
SFist Carrie Mason, contributing.
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