The Hippo

HOME| ADVERTISING| CONTACT US|

 
Apr 21, 2014







NEWS & FEATURES

POLITICAL

FOOD & DRINK

ARTS

MUSIC & NIGHTLIFE

POP CULTURE



BEST OF
CLASSIFIEDS
ADVERTISING
CONTACT US
PAST ISSUES
ABOUT US
MOBILE UPDATES
LIST MY CALENDAR ITEM






Diana Krall, Glad Rag Doll
Verve Records, Sept. 18

By Eric Saeger news@hippopress.com



Krall’s 11th album is a stockpot of ambiguity. At 47, the jazz pianist/singer remains the Kylie Minogue of the foxtrot set, still sexy in a way that crosses porn star with cross-country ski jock (this isn’t the first time she’s posed in Victoria’s Secret-wear for an album cover, lucky us); between the obvious “sex sells” look and the brick-to-the-head womanliness of her torchy MO, it’s quite the package. Her early stuff had a Mount Doom of competition, covers of Richard Rodgers, Duke Ellington, etc. that thousands of singers try their hand at every year, but her husky contralto blew doors with it, and so she became celebrated, married Elvis Costello, and happily ever after. Thing is, “ever after” does involve aging, and I’d be dishonest if I didn’t note that she’s a bit croaky here, downright granny-sounding at times if you want to get all real about it (it’s the not-so-fun part of critiquing things). Further, hundreds of singers cover songs like this album’s “Lonely Avenue” and “Wide River to Cross” as curveballs, but none of them have the (oversaturated) T Bone Burnett as a studio fixture, which is a bittersweet situation, let’s admit it. I wasn’t crazy about the board mix itself, either, but otherwise I’m good with this thing — the bottom line is that at least someone’s making hay out of this stuff beyond praying that it shows up in the music credits for Boardwalk Empire. B  — Eric W. Saeger





®2014 Hippo Press. site by wedu