Alanna Quinn-Broadus and her hyper-talented Neo-Soul band Alanna Royale have more weapons than a paramilitary junta, and they are all over their last album, 2014’s Achilles. Guitars that slink and storm, a rhythm section that will kiss your neck and kick your ass and a horn section on loan from God’s band, all baptized in the healing Soul/R&B waters of Detroit, Memphis and Chicago; that would be the limit for most bands. But the bourbon-and-spice icing on this Soul cake is Quinn-Broadus’ stratospheric voice, as soft as a caress, as bitingly mellow as a double shot of bourbon and as tough as a downtown bouncer. Get yourself up front for Alanna Royale and get ready to get sweaty.
YOU’LL DIG IT IF YOU DIG: Joan Osborne channels the spirit of Janis Joplin in front of the big-city chicken wire roadhouse Soul band of the ’60s. (BB)