Maybe you do want to see how the sausage is made, especially if the ingredients include strange bedfellows like Willie Nelson, the Butthole Surfers, Thelonious Monk, and Doris Day, to name but a few. Homestyle, Red Hook-based quintet Uncle Moonโ€™s smorgasbord of a debut, is a savory blend of roots music, smoky cabaret, spoken word, and the potently dark and funny images of leader Trey Kayโ€™s devilish id. Itโ€™s a heapinโ€™ helpinโ€™ thatโ€™ll stick to your ribs.

A lot of Homestyle is about trying to satisfy hungerโ€”for food, drink, sex, and bittersweet vice. The culinary tone is set with the boozy, deathbed-ravings-of-Humbert Humbert version of Lerner & Loweโ€™s โ€œThank Heaven For Little Girlsโ€ via Tom Waits (I think Iโ€™ll have the veal, thatโ€™s how I feel/May I use your skull for a bowl?โ€); the second course is a โ€œTwilight Zoneโ€-inflected cover of the Butthole Surfersโ€™ โ€œPepper.โ€

The first original offeringโ€”the jaunty โ€œLumpyCraddyPoPoโ€โ€”overflows with mischievous glee.
The versatile fivesome of accordion, double bass, violin, saxophone, and Kayโ€™s acoustic guitar and medicine show bark-meets-seductive croon sets an alluring table with a bawdy blues (โ€œSpringโ€), a gypsy romp (Django Reinhardtโ€™s โ€œNuagesโ€), and a thumping hymn to modern-day demigoddesses (โ€œUta Hagenโ€).

Steeped in old-world cosmopolitanism but modern enough to employ vocal processors and references to Uma Thurmanโ€™s sexiness, this Homestyle meal will satisfy more than one kind of craving. www.unclemoon.com

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