back VIVA LOS BEEFALOS! Album Review By Nick Rose, Contributing Writer July 6, 2005 4 out of 5 stars Sly and talented, The Unpronounceable has always been one of the most refreshingly odd bands to play in the Lehigh Valley. The band is comprised of four multi-instrumentalists who often switch it up when they play live, which is a neat trick that shows the talent of these jazz/blues/country/pop music-mixers. Their newest disc, Viva Los Beefalos!, is a contemporary take on some older, country-pop ideas. The record bubbles with bits and pieces of pop synergy, but it doesn’t fall into the “quirky novelty” category (in other words, the songs have serious messages). The most interesting element of the band’s sound is Pete Gustavson’s confident baritone, since he sounds like Elvis at times. The record is organic, fresh and original. If you can, check the band out live. © 2002-2005 Pulse Weekly, Allentown, PA click here for original article Get Into The Act: The Unpronounceable By Tony Sienzant April 21, 2005 Gone are the eclectic cool cats in sharkskin suits in favor of black T-shirts, dirty sneakers and ''spitting out single malt scotch and fire.'' Gone are the band's real names in favor of the mythic Beefalo Brothers: Chuck, Chip, Chet & Jorge'. But the vintage vocal mic remains: a frontline symbol for The Unpronounceable' artistry in channeling the old time spirits of Hank Williams, Elvis & Satchmo from some tobacco field hillbilly heaven. ''The music definitely has changed,'' says Pete Gustavson (Jorge'). ''It's more raucous … we pour out our hearts and souls. Things got twanged up.'' The twang emanates from the 1950s brew of blues, jazz, country swing and rockabilly, a music on the cusp of morphing into modern rock 'n' roll. Dubbed ''countrifunked jazzabilly,'' it's the direction Pete thinks rock 'n' roll would have headed sans big hair. The group's latest outing ''Viva Los Beeefalos!'' digs deeply into such pre-rock 'n' roll Americana with its broader instrumentation. Fiddle, mandolin, ukulele, National lap steel & Wurlitzer piano (both circa 1948) combine with the now standard banjo picking. The tunes display Gustavson's songwriting gift. The humorous threat of ''Kill Myself,'' the radio-ready ''Sweet Embraceable You,'' the plaintive ''What I Desire'' and ''Red Sonja,'' with its Appalachian holler, are all primo. But ''Homesick'' alone, with the killer line ''if you lose yourself there's less to pack away,'' should earn them a spot in the songwriters hall of fame. © 2005 The Morning Call, Allentown, PA