Leon Redbone's recorded output has become steadily less prolific since his idiosyncratic take on early-20th-century Americana came to the world's attention in the 70s, so even a live disc of familiar songs is an event for fans. Mixing vaudeville, folk, jazz, blues, minstrel tunes and country, his trademark growling slur is nostalgic for an era that never really existed. Shrouding his background in secrecy, and appearing not to have visibly aged at all in the past 30 years, he comes across as a messenger from some parallel-dimension version of the 1920s. If you're familiar with his work, there won't be any surprises here - just different arrangements and a bit of crowd noise. My only big complaint is that his stage banter has been edited out.