Album Review: In The Mood / 12th Street Rag by Elliott Brothers Orchestra
Alright, buckle up, folks. We’re diving into the wild world of big band jams with In The Mood / 12th Street Rag by the Elliott Brothers Orchestra. Released under MGM in the good ol’ US of A, this little slice of vinyl packs two absolute bangers that’ll have your feet tapping faster than you can say “swing dance.”
First up, we’ve got "In The Mood." Now, if you don’t know this track, I’m gonna need you to hand in your Jazz Fan Card immediately. It’s like the peanut butter to swing music’s jelly—classic, smooth, and oh-so-satisfying. The Elliott Brothers take this already legendary tune and give it their own spin. The brass section is punchy enough to wake up your grandma, while the rhythm just grooves along like a well-oiled machine. What sticks with me? That iconic sax riff—it’s so catchy, it should come with a warning label. Seriously, try not humming it after listening. Spoiler alert: you can’t.
Then there’s "12th Street Rag," which hits like a caffeinated freight train. This one’s all about energy, baby. Imagine being at a hoedown where everyone suddenly breaks out into jitterbug moves—they’d be playing this track on repeat. The piano work here deserves a shoutout; it’s bouncy, playful, and makes you wanna grab someone (anyone!) for an impromptu waltz around the living room. You might trip over the coffee table, but hey, that’s what happens when ragtime gets its hooks into you.
What I love most about these tracks is how they transport you back to a time when life felt simpler—or at least had better soundtracks. Listening to them feels like stepping into a black-and-white movie where everyone’s dressed sharp and knows how to cut a rug. And honestly? We could use more of that vibe today.
So yeah, props to the Elliott Brothers Orchestra for keeping things lively without overcomplicating anything. No frills, no fuss—just straight-up good music. If you’re looking for something to brighten your day or maybe even inspire a spontaneous kitchen dance party, look no further.
Final thought? Big band music may be from another era, but man, does it still slap. Who knew nostalgia could be this much fun? Now excuse me while I go practice my Lindy Hop… or at least attempt not to fall flat on my face again.
