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GETTING
IT RIGHT - BROKEN BEAUTY - BRASS ATTACK
Music
as a vehicle for lyric, particularly the brittle, brisk
burlesque, the socially critical philosophy of a Bertolt
Brecht has to be found and felt intuitively. The
Bertolt Brecht & Kurt Weill interpretations of the
past, those would-be Pavarottois, the vain attempts to tread
water between opera and operette, even the smooth big band
sound with girly choruses and violins in the background
appropriate to Gershwin or Cole Porter - were all more or
less noble attempts. Brecht once turned down an actor because
...he sings too well!"
BRASS
ATTACK
is not an attempt. Its a success fous. Thomas
Bergmann and his horns get it right. Off the cuff. A
firstling of the hand thats a firstling of the heart.
German musicians who interpret a German librettist and a
German composer with that uncanny perception born of a shared
culture and that love for jazz, swing and the sound of big,
bad, brass brought by musician G.I.s to post war Europe
- the Europe in which Brecht-Weill songs received enormous
trans-Atlantic acclaim. Thats why its also not
an accident that the drummer is Joshua Tinwa, who
brings that there funky groove from his birth place, the
Cameroons. And hes supported not by a bass
player - that would be too simple - but the guy
on the tuba, Stefan Gocht!
When
Louis Armstrong or Ella Fitzgerald began to sing Oh,
the shark has / pearly teeth, dear..." it made
people sit up - in Tokyo, Trivandrum or Texas.
But theres more to Brecht-Weill than the hit,
Mackie Messer; its the challenging and rare, broken
beauty of all these songs.
Thats
why the singers on this album dont just sing. They
spit, they bite out, they lilt, they translate these words
into passion. Because they were quite apparently born to
the act. All three of them are theatre people. And Brechts
lyrics are drama: ironic, sardonic, bitter-sweet
- and real. No moon-in-June crooning here. Tanja
and Celina comen get you. Le Diseur Deserable,
Maza lets you have it.
With
the flavour of life on his tongue...and life is a bitch...à
la Brecht-Weill.
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