Tom Cheyney of the LA Weekly

If you need more groove after getting trancey with the Afro Celts on the Santa Monica Pier, then pop up Wilshire to catch a couple of sound collectives from our country’s prodigious midsection. Although his band’s name suggests oompah rather than git-go. Paul Cebar has been a primary investigator and promulgator of funky Afro-Carib-inflected Americana since the ’80’s. It’s been a while since he’s played here, but Cebar stays vital, putting his good foot forward from Green Bay to Baltimore to the Big Easy. Whether he’s checking for holes in the love bucket, building it on up from a firm foundation of love, or marveling at a sweet thing who’s twice little 16, Cebar wryly shines his lyrical high beams on the murky byways of the hetero heart.