I know why the Rolling Stones named themselves the Rolling Stones. I know why the Beatles called themselves the Beatles. But I have no idea why the most popular musical act in the history of Belgium named themselves Go With God in Spanish. I don’t know why Danielle Schoovaerts is wearing a dress adorned with the pull tabs from beer cans. I don’t know why a band from Brussels is singing in English. I don’t know how big a hole Dani’s hairspray put in the ozone layer, but I’ll bet it’s big. But at any rate, I’ll take gypsy jazz, no matter how much you fold, spindle, or mutilate it, wherever I can find it.