“Blue Moon Marquee drops the listener into a no-name joint with the most interesting house band around”

Their blues — original as well as recast — come scuffed, torn around the edges, sneeringly tough, and hauntingly stranded in a time and place of their own making. Not the proverbial Chicago club, though. Nor the southern juke joint. Not even the neighborhood taproom. Too classy; too bright; too commonplace.