Excerpts from a review by Lloyd Bradford Syke, in Australian Stage:

Feel The Manouche, headed by the irrepressible George Washingmachine, takes its cure from these 1930s origins, but isn't so singleminded or obsessed that it's unprepared to step further back in time. Or leave France for other shores: Germany & Venezuela, to name but two. The group even plays Bach (and brilliantly) to prove the point. The point being classical music, too, has had its influences on jazz. At least this kind of jazz. And at least this kind of classical. Who, this side of a bona fide musicologist, can say if the likes of the Strausses influenced the so-called musette waltz so intrinsic to manouche, to boot? Nor is choro (or chorino, the Brazilian form translating as little lament) beyond its scope.

There can be no more genial host than MC Washingmachine (just don't cross him, he's easily agitated), not any more congenial, comfy, loungeroom-away-from-home laid-back than Glebe's Colbourne Avenue; warm (a little too much so, last night), intimate and acoustically ideal.... it quietly, almost secretively attracts the established and emerging creme de la creme of jazz (and beyond) composers and players; week in, week out.

http://www.australianstage.com.au/201202195171/reviews/sydney/feel-the-manouche.html