Rhythm City Music Magazine
By: BR Bontemps

"I spent a very enjoyable Friday night last month listening to Jay B. Elston do Southern Rock
at Phil Brady's in Baton Rouge La. doing Stevie Ray Vaughn, ZZ Top, Alman Brothers and many
others. Elston's power trio does thier brand of deep south blues infected rock very well,
mesmerizing the crowd in the process. The band literally sprinkled the show with originals,
well seasoned with the same ingredients found in the southern rock they apparantly love so much.
So do I."

Tambalaya Magazine
By: Jennifer Mangiapane
"Thier music is raw, funky and diverse. It's impossible to nail down one genre of music being
emphasized, it's all there. This is one of those bands that can invoke the same enthusiasm
both on the stage and on the cd player. You can feel thier energy through thier music both
live and recorded."

Blues Revue
"Wall-to-wall blues 'n' boogie make The Jay B. Elston Band's disc sizzle. Elston is truely
a gifted guitarist, especially on slide."

Offbeat Magazine
By: Robert Fontenot
"They tell you not to use words like 'bad ass' in serious record reviewer training school,
but it'd be a great disservice to call this alblum anything but. Jay a blues prodigy for sure
takes his well educated slide to all sorts of smokey, damp and outright strange places and
yet has time to growl a bit, detour to the pedal steel or the dobro, and make his harp scream
your name as well. This may also be the first record in ages that actually feels swampy,
unlike other New Orleans bands that merely sketch out a few bayou cliches and leave it at
that. There's more real fire here than most bands trying half as hard to empress you with
thier dangerousness. Think of the Jay B. Elston Band as musical Swamp Guides, damn entertaining
ones at that."

Tambalaya Magazine
By: Ricky Windhorst
"Make sure you check out my friend Big Jay Elston and his band from Slidell, for my money,
Jay is one of the top slide players in the land. Unfortunately, in the blues world, you have
to be around for awhile before you get noticed, but mark my words, Jay's time is coming, and
you can say I saw him before he made it big, just like everyone I ever met from Austin talks
about Stevie Ray Vaughn at Antone's, cause when Jay plays the blues on that slide guitar it's
got a sweet and spicy swamp sound to it, like the smell of the steam that rises off of hot
crawfish right out of the pot. It just draws you right in, because yo kinow something good is coming!!"

The Jay B Elston Band High Class White Trash (Independent)

Cases of Jack, dead Budweiser soldiers, work shirts and cowboy hats-the Jay B Elston band are not fucking around on their sophomore release, High Class White Trash. It's not made clear in these eleven songs (not even the good-natured title track) exactly what elevates this local Southern-rock power trio above their brethren. There's plenty of evidence in the grooves, though, which are noticeably thicker and nastier than their eponymous 2000 debut. Here we have a band authentic enough to jam with Gatemouth Brown, hard enough to hang out with David Allan Coe, and accomplished enough to cover ZZ Top's "Heard It On The X" live. And if you're not impressed by any of those credentials, this is not your can of beer. These cats are dead serious about claiming Southern rock as their heritage, and that means that while you'll find no real surprises on this CD, you'll be more than satisfied with the depth of their commitment. "The Outlaw" is a catchy little ditty that switches gears effortlessly from a Allmans-like half-time groove to a more Marshall Tucker two-step in the chorus; "Don't Care No More" does a similar lurch from Tex-Mex samba to straight funk; and "Stand Up" moves like a cross between Charlie Daniels' "Long Haired Country Boy" and Zep's "When The Levee Breaks" (two other classic-rock standards the trio cover in concert). Majestic, in other words, yet raw. Unlike most of their ilk, these guys don't sound stupid when they try to incorporate straight blues, either. Their "Evileen" is a straight, if amped-up, Chicago shuffle, while the slide on "Mississippi Kid" sounds like it was born and raised there. There's even a pastoral yet locomotive little ballad in "Hard Rain." And if "Hit The Road" sounds like a Boston outtake with the symphonic production stripped off, well, that says more about what happened to classic rock than it does about Elston's authenticity. If you pine for a time where Skynyrds roamed the earth, these three represent your dinosaur act of choice.
-Robert Fontenot- Offbeat Magazine