If you're hoping to see Haley Reinhart or any of the other great singers from the PMJ records, this live tour is not for you. If you're hoping to hear the same musicians, also not for you. If you think Scott Bradlee himself is part of the show...again, not for you. This appears to be a franchised touring show with (mostly) adequate professional musicians and singers, but not the ones you've heard on record.
Worse yet, if you've enjoyed the recordings for their tasteful, wry reworkings of contemporary pop and rock songs into big band ballads and torch songs, this show is not for you. In studio, PMJ can take a song like Seven Nation Army or Black Hole Sun...find the melody at the heart of it...and breathe either new life or irony into it with a real singer's interpretation in a wartime era jazz arrangement. This live show takes mostly contemporary pop songs that were already bombastic (but also some hoary cliches like "Tomorrow" from Annie!), and just distorts them into a different form of bombast.
Four of the five singers have big voices...but all five never take a break from being big.
The endless competition to sing louder and higher than each other only let up when the primary male singer---apparently a former Tony nominee who's "taking a break from Broadway"---dragged it down to an unintentionally comical level with an embarrassing parody of a self-absorbed wedding singer. Rather than giving Dream On's weary lyrics an authentic, mature voice, he tried to out-shriek even Steven Tyler's original, and beat the poor song to death, while mugging to what he thought was an adoring crowd. "Let's hear from the single ladies!"
Despite occasional flashes of musical competence, the overall experience was cringe-worthy and annoying in the extreme. Please don't waste your money or time. #pmjtour