Normally, I’d give a wide berth to any entity calling itself “Too Many Zooz.” The number of great bands whose names end in “z” instead of “s” could fit in a minibus. However, this trio went from busking in New York’s subways to performing in legit overground venues with a manic, infectious sound that shoots urgent energy through weary travelers and club patrons alike. Using baritone sax, trumpet, and drums, Too Many Zooz harness the bustle and brio—and some of the griminess—of the Big Apple’s public-transit situation into songs that put a Russell Westbrook–like spring in your step. Too Many Zooz are like a reductionist Infernal Noise Brigade, but with a stronger interest in jazz and hiphop; check the cover of Migos’ “Bad and Boujee” for proof. by Dave Segal