Put this on loud enough to bother the neighbors.

Turtle Bay Records

COLIN HANCOCK cornet
HUNTER BURGAMY banjo/vocals
ROBIN RAPUZZI drums
TOM SAUNDERS tuba
KRIS TOKARSKI piano
DENNIS LICHTMAN clarinet/tenor sax
CHARLIE HALLORAN trombone
JENS LINDGREN trombone
JAMES EVANS clarinet/c-melody sax
JOPLIN PARNELL piano

Long before the soloist hogged the spotlight, early New Orleans jazz belonged to the whole band: horns tangling over a banjo, drums and tuba driving the beat. Cornetist Colin Hancock, a historian of that music and head of A&R at Turtle Bay Records, shares the lead here with Hunter Burgamy, a New Orleans banjoist and singer. They’re not after note-for-note copies of the classic records. What they’re chasing is the kick a dance hall or honky-tonk crowd felt when the band played live.

The band takes off at full tilt on “Sensation Rag.” Cornet blaring, banjo hammering, tuba slamming the rhythm straight at you, drums banging away underneath. The clarinet adds high-pitched accents that sound like somebody stepping on a cat’s tail. Everybody’s in, and everybody’s loud.

On “Down in Honky Tonk Town,” so much is going on that it’s difficult to settle on one player. The piano shines, the cornet comes blazing through with a bright, happy sound, and the trombone solos while the drums egg him on. Short bursts pass back and forth among the horns, building until the whole front line is wailing.

Slower tempos change the color but not the shove. On “Mad (Cause You Treat Me This Way),” saxes sound mournful, a clarinet floats high over them, and the banjo is right there, strumming hard. Over on “Buffalo Blues (Mr. Joe),” a raggy piano refrain slips in between the cornet’s opening and a clarinet line that aches, and the band takes it out in unison.

Burgamy sings on “Can’t Beat You Doin’ What You’re Doin’ to Me,” and he sounds right at home. The saxes and clarinet play together, the tuba pushing them along, until the clarinet soars above the horns. The drums and banjo add their own punch to the rhythm. When the cornet launches into its solo, the banjo strums hard alongside it.

Nothing here tiptoes. The soloists seem to lean out of the huddle for a second before ducking back in. Put this on loud enough to bother the neighbors.