"Enthusiasm comes at a premium in New York City. Bono busking on the L? Whatever. Madonna praying at St. Patrick's? Feh.

And that's what makes an Undisputed Heavyweights show such a phenomenon. Listen for yourself. That clamor you hear is a room full of New Yorkers - slick, cynical, hip New Yorkers - hooping and hollering and generally losing their shit for the Heavies. Such is the power of Casey, Jeff, Wes and the boys.

The Undisputed Heavyweights show really is a thing of its own. It's a Vaudvilian/acoustic/rock/blues show, or something. Casey's stage persona is equal parts James Brown, Elvis Presley, and Bono. He struts, he preens, he gestures wildly. Heck, the guy wears sunglasses on stage and gets away with it. But then comes the surprise, etched in cursive on the head of a pin. Listen closely: the songs are beautiful, heartfelt, and wrenching.

The band's Joe's Pub performance was all that and more. Fans were queued up one hundred deep. They were standing on chairs before the band even played a note. And when they did? It really was better than Elvis. Heck, some cute young thing behind me started rubbing my crew-cut dome in demonstration of her rabid enthusiasm.

But what do I know? Cue up "Money." Dig the horns. Cut to "Bitches Be Trippin'." Groove on Jeff's wicked slide. And don't fret if the din of the crowd drowns out Casey's dulcet tenor. It happens. But then, brace yourself for the magic. Skip to "Roll Your Windows Down." Hear that? It's a pin dropping. And then, finally, the absolute rarest of sounds: a New York City audience singing along at the top of it's lungs. That's a Heavyweight show for ya'. A-men!"

-Benjamin Wagner of ((MTV News))