Adam & Noah Band, Jan. 17, The Buttonwood Tree
the opening peal of the fiddle the wheeze and cry of accordion and
violin had us moving to the exuberant Zydeco groove. When they slowed
the tempo we could have been in central Europe. There was foot stompin'
country and sweet Irish complete with tremolo mandolin and a (mostly
underutilized) red haired lass at the mike. Red shoes too I see. Young
and fresh but as talented as pros, at one point they called themselves a
rock band. Well, rock they did . . . with just the right amount of