You are right when you ask yourself why the Bulgarian Stallion buys
TT-realted stuff. Times have changed, momma. As far as I understand TT
would have been a
hell of a band if it existed today. At least people become that sentimental
sometimes, young people, mind you.
Now when TT broke up, I bet all my gold on Gary Barlow, as I believed
he was really talanted. Now R. Williams is not only the winner, he even
threatens to
become a legend! I must admit, that if you're connected to K. Minogue,
G. Haliwell and N. Kidman, you must be at least Mark Owen to bomb it. But
look there,
Robbie needs no Prince, Zappa or Barrett, why, he reaches straight
for Sinatra, Martin and company! Hell if I believe this!
Reason enough to grab away this 2001 release (my 6th!), maybe I could
use it as a document of how greedy the guys at Capitol are these days.
The cover artwork
features the handsome Robbie in all possible Sinatra poses and that
might be a good thing if I become gay some day and need to jack off. Bad
is, that Robbie goes
over the top right from the beginning: "I will talk and Hollywood will
listen". Arlight, Sir Rob, we'll phone you! From now on it can only get
better. And it does! I
never trusted them, but these "Vomax" swing-pills seem to really work,
and strange as it seems, Robbie swings.
It's hard to tell wether it's him or the big band that spreads that
vibe. It's probably both of them, and it actually doesn't matter. It brings
you the athmosphere of a
good old fashioned dance-hall, where all the good old values rule.
Man, these old values! Frankie Boy, the mega-gangster-mafioso with the
passable singin'
voice...not all too far away from a boygroup-overboarder with a tendency
to spend too much time under the magnifying glass! Thankfully, Robbie sings
in his own
vocal style, and not a cheesy Sinatra put-on or something. In fact
his singing, if not technically perfect, demonstrates he's really into
swing. No swindle! This is no
revival show, this is real goddammit! "Swing when you're winning" is
the ample proof that when a young man is let go for the one to dick around
with, he just cannot
fail! He gets your grip and you're helpless.
The record is so amzing that even N. Kidman can't spoil it. You know
what - the duet with her is the worst song on here. Perversely it's
the most well known for
some reason. Maybe because there are guitars. Real cheesy. I never
thought I wouldn't welcome guitars on a cd. Much cooler are the duets wth
those funny guys.
They sort of despise women, but such were the times, buddy. Elsewhere
Robbie sings about monkeys and that Sinatra duet really moves me to tears.
Who would
ever suppose a digitally processed Frankie Boy could generate genuine
emotions? The Threetles tried this with John Lennon's whining and failed
miserably (I cried
there for some other reason...) Why, they they refused to record in
the USA for George Martin's sake... Erm what?? Ah, yes, Robbie rules. Shit,
someday those
mafioso swingers will force me to straighten up and fly right too!
So when there's no love in town, you might just as well start swinging...
but dontcha think you're so jazzy, you!
