Naming your band after that strange liquid which fills the streets of the Quarter is a dicey proposition—“Gravy” is a funky, homegrown name for a funky collegiate collective, but the French Quarter version of gravy is half beer, half dumpster water, and half piss. (That actually adds up if you’ve ever stepped in it.)

Gravy the band is neither garbage nor urine, but there’s nothing particularly new in this funky brew, either—a bouncy local groove with some organ, a few big rock moves, blues slide on top for extra authenticity, and topped off with the usual romantic lyrical hangover. Galactic’s Ben Ellman and Rebirth’s Corey Henry are on board, literally, and figuratively, on two of these ten tracks, but even that doesn’t rescue this four-piece from anonymity: even when they toss in a Southern rock ballad (“Loving Kind”), copy the Who on the intro to “Bob Minor,” or throw in a little wah on “Johnny Chesthair,” they could still be any of a couple dozen neo-jambots making your plastic cup of beer go down easy. Of course, that might make them go down even easier live, too, but Quarter Gravy? More like quarter water night.