Review: Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
Photos and Review by McLane Brown
March 20, 2019
With their impeccable suits and booming swing, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy matched the environment of the 93 year old Carolina Theatre with style, though the audience would have certainly appreciated a dance floor. Their brand of revitalized New Orleans’ swing has just celebrated its 25th year of touring and recording and if this performance shows anything, it’s that there’s been no loss of interest or energy. Reminiscing about his influences and inspiration early on, singer-songwriter Scotty Morris introduced his original song “Save My Soul” about his connection to the music and it’s impressive to see where it’s taken him and the band while retaining that beginning spark.
They have a sound that sometimes makes you want to pick it apart because of the layers and variety that the instruments bring together. Yet with how interconnected everyone plays and the tightness of the band as a whole, there are times when it all comes together so that the individuals lose identity and instead you get a feeling of being in a smokey speakeasy or down south dance hall, and I can’t imagine the band wanting anything else.
With their impeccable suits and booming swing, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy matched the environment of the 93 year old Carolina Theatre with style, though the audience would have certainly appreciated a dance floor. Their brand of revitalized New Orleans’ swing has just celebrated its 25th year of touring and recording and if this performance shows anything, it’s that there’s been no loss of interest or energy. Reminiscing about his influences and inspiration early on, singer-songwriter Scotty Morris introduced his original song “Save My Soul” about his connection to the music and it’s impressive to see where it’s taken him and the band while retaining that beginning spark.
They have a sound that sometimes makes you want to pick it apart because of the layers and variety that the instruments bring together. Yet with how interconnected everyone plays and the tightness of the band as a whole, there are times when it all comes together so that the individuals lose identity and instead you get a feeling of being in a smokey speakeasy or down south dance hall, and I can’t imagine the band wanting anything else.