From The New York Post:
"Ingrid Lucia ... is singing in an appealingly ripe voice with a style that owes a good bit to Billie Holiday ... [The Neutrinos] would also be a natural for any talk show, not just for their musical talent but for their unusual life style having been street performers for a dozen years."
- Chip Deffaa - Jazz Critic - New York Post

From The New York Press:
"Ingrid's magnetic stage presence is a combination of torchy voluptuousness and down-home amicability; it just doesn't seem right that she's slinking onstage in that form-fitting, gold lame dress when she starts talking long yarns about growing up carny. ... The effortless, traveling-roadshow spirit of every Flying Neutrinos performance has made us Sunday-evening regs."
- New York Press - Best of Manhattan '95

From The Village Voice:
"The Flying Neutrinos: one of the most ecstatic quintets to emerge from New Orleans in recent memory, spot lighting blues, standards, and intriguing originals. The Neutrinos are solid crowd pleasers, thanks to Todd [Londagin], the only trombonist-blues singer-tap dancer in captivity, and Ingrid Lucia, who wiggles like a French Quarter Betty Boop."
- The Village Voice - Voices Choices

From The New York Post:
"The band has got a beat - a real pulse, elastic and swinging - that makes you move. As the woman sings, her hips are swaying a bit, unconsciously but sensuously. So are those of her handsome, trombone-playing cousin, who's at her side. He puts down his trombone, steps off the bandstand and unexpectedly begins hoofing. The room, which had been filled with convivial hubbub, grows quiet. Patrons gather around this lanky fellow, dancing with such flair. Through the windows behind him - for tonight we're on the 107th floor of the World Trade Center - the lights of all of New York provide a glittering back drop. People begin applauding, and whistling, and hooting and hollering; it is an electrifying scene. For five years, I've watched this band - the Flying Neutrinos - grow better, watched their rhythm section gel, watch co-leaders Ingrid Lucia ... and her cousin Todd Londagin ... become more self-assured and natural in their singing. His intonation , in both his singing and trombone-playing, is surer."
- Chip Deffaa - The New York Post

From London's Sunday Sun:
"I'd Rather Be In New Orleans by the Flying Neutrinos: Imagine a lady with a voice like Billie Holliday, playing with the finest jazz/blues band around, using the most modern studio techniques. Class, quality - 11 out of 10! Aaaargh! This is absolutely red hot!"
- London's Sunday Sun

From Ireland's Sunday Independent:
"We don't really have words to describe women like Ingrid Lucia Pearlman. This is because there aren't many women like Ingrid around anymore. her voluptuous figure flows like mercury inside the strappy dress she's poured into. She rolls her eyes coyly as she pouts and preens around the stage like a white Josephine Baker. She alternates between shamelessly flirting with the other members of the band and making every guy in the audience think that she's singing just for them.
She could be a good girl playing bad or a bad girl playing good. Ingrid is a minx, a sassy minx. Smirking like the cat who got the cream while she does that 'little ole me?' thing with her big innocent eyes. Ingrid is a woman at the height of her powers. She's got it. And then she sings like Billie Holliday without even trying and you wonder how men stay married when there are women like Ingrid around."
- Brendan O'Conner - Ireland's Sunday Independent

From Paper Magazine:
"The Flying Neutrinos give new meaning to the worn 'alternative' moniker. The two founding members of the New Orleans - style rhythm-and-horns quintet got their start singing for dimes with their family on Bourbon Street. ... Named after a wily particle that is both too small and too speedy to ever get caught, a typical 11-day week can find the band cranking vintage bedlam at such disparate hipster locales as Coney Island High, Atlantic City's Showboat Casino, Christie Brinkley's Hamptons wedding and Sunday-night supper at Match downtown. ... Like a Little-Rascals-meets-Avenue-A Sitcom, the Flying Neutrinos have no problem amassing a loyal family of freaks - including swing dancers, rockabillies, suits, jazz enthusiasts, and punk rockers - who trail them across the country."
- Julia Chapman - Paper Magazine

From Ireland's Sunday Independent:
"And then there's Todd. Todd is cool incarnate in tightly cut Hugo Boss. A better looking James Dean, he is Ingrid's major foil onstage. As she rolls those remarkable peepers at him, he looks away disdainfully with the most arrogant cool I've ever seen in a white guy. Why would he want her when he could have any woman - and half the men - in the joint tonight? Ostensibly a trombone player, and a damn good one, Todd is a man of many talents. A few magical times during a gig he'll casually put down his instrument and tap dance. As with Ingrid's singing, the beauty of Todd's dancing is the effortlessness of it all. Barely moving his body or even his legs, he taps out the deftest tattoos you've seen outside a Gene Kelly movie.
And then, just when you think it can't get better, he sings. Todd is 20, but when he sings you imagine that he must have spent those 20 years drinking gin and smoking cheroots, breaking hearts and having his broken too. Todd has the casual lived-in voice Harry Connick, Jr. will need another 20 years to acquire." - Brendan O'Conner - Ireland's Sunday Independent

From The Killer Diller: ...Well KD readers, the CD has at last been released, and it's marvellous. It turns out that the Neutrinos are indeed from New Orleans, and have rapidly become one of the hottest new bands on the American swing circuit. They are all family, and have been singing and busking since 1982 as a children and parents street act. Ingrid Lucia, who fronts the band in its present incarnation with her extraordinary voice and sultry performance... seems set for a heady career.
...Ingrid has the kind of eyes that make strong men weep and a figure that turns good men bad. For my money she's got the kind of voice that makes me play the CD over and over. The Flying Neutrinos have a decidedly New Orleans flavour, ranging from funky swing with a hint of the Neville Brothers, to deep south seen-it-all, done-it-all, but won't you please do it to me again blues which makes you slink your hips in front of the mirror in a very embarrassing way. Just listen to NEW DOG BLUES and the sublime STREETLIGHT. Make no mistake, this band swings. When they return to play at the Jazz Cafe in Camden be there or miss something very special.
- Judy Martin

From The Washington Post:
"There are times when Ingrid Lucia and the Flying Neutrinos' album "I'd Rather Be in New Orleans" is enticing enough to make even a staunch New Yorker feel homesick for the Big Easy. A sultry, behind-the-beat voice, a combination of sometimes languid, sometimes syncopated rhythms, and lots of evocative brass all conspire to make this a picture postcard of an album. And the cameos by the veteran but seemingly ageless trumpeter Doc Cheatham only enhance the recording's old-fashioned color and charm... "
-Mike Joyce - Washington Post