“Stay and we’ll make sex with music…” Er…OKAY! (I’m glad I never heard this as a teenager, geez – what an opening line!) Astrud Gilberto is, for most, the voice of The Girl From Ipanema and that’s enough – by that I mean it’s one the great songs. So anything else she did was a bonus almost. I’ve listened to a few of her albums including a very fine “comeback” album in the early 2000s (she’s still with us, aged 77) but this is my first time hearing what is clearly her best solo album.
Breezy and soft and lovely, the album has just the right bounce to it. Never naff but somewhere between (actual) samba and the Bacharach-like easy listening of the time. Remarkably, 50 years on, it feels hip now, as hip as it ever did or was I’m sure.
There are some nice arrangements, some cheeky, lithe, jazzy pop songs. And Gilberto’s phrasing – never the greatest voice but always the greatest choice made considering – sits just nicely, correctly, perfectly.
A lovely wee gem to find. Even this late in life…the good music is always there. Always waiting.
I’m going through the book, 1000 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die, and playing all of the albums I haven’t (previously) heard. It’s a pointless goal, but it’s my goal…