"Sorci and Martini are the real deal.
They take the stage like Gods on holiday, slathering the room with their funkitude. 
Sorci is boss, bad-assed, and beautiful.  A piano playing monster that turns the sound intake valve in your brain to 11; Manipulating his instrument into a musical Tyrannosaurus Rex, tearing apart everything in your mind, and body, and working his way into your now defenseless heart.  He is nothing short of genius. 
Martini's riffs are so buttery and warm, they make you lick your lips after each solo.  His soul is reminiscent of Mississippi sounds in the middle of August's sweaty hotness, mixed with that feeling when you get your hand a little too close to the skillet.  Martini's gritty, raunchy, funknastiness takes over your whole body, funking your soul from the inside out. "