Taken For A Ride
churning out relentless pop drivel, endlessly recycling standards, caterwaulling above a grunge guitar attack or joining the already swollen ranks of singer/songwriters. Sometimes it seems these are the limited possibilities for talented singers looking ro carve a niche in the pop music world. Which makes the debut album of outfit Black Taxi, Taken For a Ride, an invigorating and exceptioally enjoyable treat. Black taxi has created a style of music all its own - the group's tunes are swinging, funky, jazzy, ridiculously catchy and supremely melodic.

Track Listing
Traffic Jam
Hounds of God
Costs Too Much
Don't Worry
So Twisted
Concentrate On You
The Reed & The Growl
House of Love
Can't Get You Out
Leave The Cafe
Fall To Temptation
Pick It Up

Reviews for Taken For a Ride
The group impresses with precision, restraint and taste. At times you think you're listening to Tracy Chapman, off at a jazzy tangent. It's tempting to hail this album as a small gem, but there's nothing small about it. The singers are backed by a quartet playing drums, percussion, guitar, piano, keyboards, double and electric bass. Another eight musicians contribute trumpet, fluglehorn, clarinet, saxophones, trombone, vibraphone, cello, tuba. then there's the violin and cello quartet. Such is the control, not once does the backing overwhelm the vocals or vice versa...
Larry Schwartz
The Melbourne Sunday Age

UNIQUE concepts - the recordings which stubbornly defy being jammed into any existing pigeonholes - immediately arrest the ears. So it is with the Black Taxi project: a hot assembly of Melbourne jazz players and three female singers sharing the leads on a batch of sharp contemporary songs from the pens of Dave Wayman and Terry Bradford. It's an album that carries the spark of innovation, moving along unexpected lines to create a fresh sound notably devoid of cliche and cynicism. They make music from the sunny side of the street; where pop songs do a sexy, lively dance with sassy, bright jazz instrumentation. There are cheeky bursts from the horn players, the lively canter of a vibraphone, a bubbling double bass. The singers relish their moments, with Leah Cotterell, April Ronsisvalle and Yasmine Shoobridge shining on dusky ballads (Don't Worry ), cute melodies (Traffic Jam ) and roaring soul (So Twisted ). That said, there's still plenty of meat on the bones of these songs; sharp barbs of irony to the lyrics of Hounds of God, introspective reflections of yearnings and loves on I Concentrate on You. It's a case of smart, sophisticated, sassy ideas in a tight embrace with like-minded music. When something this curious comes around, you don't want to pass it by. Instead, you want to listen. Again.
David Sly
Adelaide Sunday Mail

Three fabulous singers who come across as sassy angels - that is the most striking iniyial impression of this gorgeous album. Subsequent listenings though, reveal a musical depth to match the delectable icing provided by Leah Cotterell, April Ronsisvalle and Yasmin Shoobridge. The album presents a mixture of smoky, biting ballads and snappy tunes that are, by turns, swinging and funky in a way that achieves a refreshing and original style for this band. The songs are addictively melodic, while the lyrics, by David Wayman and Terry Bradford, are clever and adult. No sign on this winner of any sort of "moon in June" mentality. The album opener, Traffic jam, is a terrific example - oh so catchy, it could bet the world's first anti-road rage song.
Kenny Weir
Sunday Melbourne Sun