Another post-Katrina New Orleans record. Yes, but it's a good one. The Iguanas are impossible to nail.
They do R&B, jazz, Latin, Tex-Mex, funk and soul. But they find the contiguity in all of those things: 'IYSEFOHT' is not a jukebox experience. Nor is it dominated by local issues – the outstanding song appears to have death-bed hallucination at its generative heart. Perhaps all the group lacks is a charismatic voice: all that "Dancing for Dollars" lacks is a presence as unsavoury as Mick Jagger's circa 1971.
Pick of the Album: 'Okemah': a song for the dying