By now Keith Frank could belch on a CD and his devotees would faint in ecstasy. While, at this point, it’d be easy to crank up the formidable family band machinery and spit out another cache of recycled grooves, Frank still remains the same breed of envelope-pusher he was when he helped reshape the old man’s game of zydeco. This latest 20-track bounty, mostly club staples only now etched to sonic medium, could be his most creative yet. As one pile-driving track slams into the next, touches of calypso, Meters and other familiar riffs spin a fresh perspective when it was thought zydeco had seen it all. Surprises fly out of nowhere and from every angle, like Frank jamming on keys, laying down spaghetti western guitar riffs and even mustering a blues buster with wicked guitar lines and a harmonica howl. Also on tap is the Rockin’ Sidney tune debut of “Work That Coochie” that was intended, had he lived, to be on the latest platter with Soileau Zydeco Band as the backup squadron. Even with the unusual but welcomed nature of this beast, it’s still a true Frank record. Two songs are traditional, sung in Creole French; others like the title song and anything else with “Keith Frank” emblazoned in the title work as bump-and-grind dance floor dandies. On the last few tracks, Frank gets radical once more—township blasts, country thrashing, flamenco flashing, and a jazzed jam with saxophonist Ricky Julien. Keith Frank might make you sweat all right, as the song goes, but R&B artist Keith Sweat could never make you frank.