It's tough enough for a band to hail from New Orleans these days, but getting stuck with a Sunday night slot at an out-of-town venue during Independence Day weekend plain blows. Then again, I could extend a pity party to just about any band--Quintron and Miss Pussycat get love for more than mere circumstance. This weird-wave duo, in spite of their minimal keyboard rig, are flat-out infectious, pumping organ-backed soul into a dance-y fusion of the B-52's, Ladytron and Lost Sounds. And in case you didn't gather, songs like "French Quarter Faggot" aren't typical, touristy N.O. jazz fare. After you watch Sunday night fireworks, head to the Gypsy for... More >>>