Mr. B's All Stars

Are you ready for the Pocket-Apocalypse? It is coming, but there is no need to fear. The head-banging heroics of Mr. B's All-Stars is the emergency survival kit you need.

If you please: Henry Soliz on bass is a Southern California institution—like USC but with soul and without all the spoiled kids!

The word on Curtis Byrd: If you have a pulse, he'll find it. He'll bring you back to life; there is too much funk behind it!

When the world is falling and it is painfully appalling, if I'm being honest, what we all need is a little bit of Ben Thomas. His guitar is like birdsong in a tree; it's musical psychiatry.

Pick up when Glenn Turner phones! On the saxophone, he stands alone. One minute it's angels' wings, the next it's an uphill Harley rumbling your heartstrings.

Mr. B?—well, he's your guide through troubled waters, your lighthouse in the storm. The butter on your bread, and he will serve it up so thick it will keep any musical appetite satisfied.