Original released on CD Digipak BMG 538433672
(EU 2018, October 5)
In its first teaser trailers, when it was still going to be released as a single film, "Kill Bill" was sold with the immortal teaser "In the year 2003 Uma Thurman is going to Kill Bill." Of course, Uma didn't come close to the messy business of killing Bill until early 2004, when the second part of Quentin Tarantino's grindhouse epic "Kill Bill" was released, but she sure started to kill in "Kill Bill, Vol. 1", where the Bride, the character she created with Tarantino, began her arduous revenge upon the five former colleagues who killed her fiancée at her wedding rehearsal, then left her for dead at the altar. As Tarantino plot lines go, this is the simplest yet, but revenge movies shouldn't be encumbered by deep subtext. Instead, he divided the film into chapters, giving him an opportunity to play with both time and location, and then shoot each chapter as an homage to a different kind of exploitation film - something that's reflected in the soundtrack. After Nancy Sinatra's torchy "Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)" and Charlie Feathers' tough, swaggering rockabilly chestnut "That Certain Female" set the story and the mood, the record is devoted primarily to instrumental pieces that range from surging epics to the calm kitsch of Zamfir's "The Lonely Shepherd" to the intense funk pastiche of Tomoyasu Hotei's "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" (the song that kicks off nearly every trailer and ad for "Kill Bill"). The reduced presence of dialogue from the film - a hallmark of Tarantino soundtracks - is a reflection of the film, which places emphasis on action and visuals. Hell, even the tracks on the soundtrack have minimal lyrics, consisting largely of instrumentals. This gives it more of a meandering feeling, and the soundtrack kind of peters out, ending in two quick excerpts of futuristic electro music by Quincy Jones and Neu!, then a gaggle of sound effects and Kung Fu hits. Nevertheless, its cavalcade of contradictory moods has its own coherence, and it's more musical than most pop music soundtracks. Plus, this has no familiar material, nor does it have anything that would be a single on digital radio, which is why it works as an album on its own - it doesn't just reflect the movie; it follows its own logic, and displays fearless imagination. It makes you hungry for Vol. 2, both the movie and soundtrack. (Stephen Erlewine in AllMusic)
One of the great pleasures of a Quentin Tarantino soundtrack is knowing that it won't be a standard modern-day soundtrack, filled with filler and acts that the label is trying to break. Instead, it will consist of music that even hardcore record collectors will find unusual or at least ripe for revival. The soundtrack to the first volume of his revenge epic "Kill Bill" blended those two inclinations, but the soundtrack to the second film is almost nothing but unusual music. Some names are familiar, but the music isn't - there are three selections from Ennio Morricone, rockabilly cult hero Charlie Feathers makes his second "Kill Bill" appearance, Johnny Cash's latter-day "A Satisfied Man" is here, and Malcolm McLaren's "About Her" is a clever trip-hop spin on the Zombies' "She's Not There." The rest is devoted to music that sounds like the soundtrack to a Mexican spaghetti Western, which really isn't all that far off from what large parts of "Kill Bill, Vol. 2" actually is. This makes for a unified soundtrack album, but one that lacks the immediate impact of "Kill Bill, Vol. 1", since nothing is as gripping upon the first listen as the haunting "Twisted Nerve," the mesmerizing funk of "Battle Without Honor or Humility," or the crazed intensity of the 5.6.7.8's' version of "Woo Hoo." That said, it is cinematic, unpredictable, and absorbing, gaining resonance after a viewing of the film, as all good soundtracks do; it only pales in comparison to its predecessor, which was good not just as a soundtrack, but as an album of its own account. (Stephen Erlewine in AllMusic)
As the girl who just wants to have fun, Cyndi Lauper became an '80s music icon with her flamboyant style, powerful baby-doll voice, and quirky songs, but as time and tastes moved on, her playful persona wore thin and attempts at becoming a more serious artist failed to regain her dwindling audience. With "At Last", Lauper steps even further away from that playful image to become the girl who just wants to sing as she tackles a set of pop standards that showcase her underrated voice. Although occasionally shrill and reckless, Lauper's forceful tones can be quite moving and awe-inspiring when corralled into the proper setting, as with her bluesy take on Etta James' "At Last." With its lazy tempo and minimal arrangement, Lauper is able to relax and convey the lyrics in one of her most mature and affecting performances. Even more low-key is the whisper quiet of "Walk on By," in which she turns Dionne Warwick's midtempo gem into a dark tale of mourning by sadly singing the lyrics over a crawling tempo. Getting a Tori Amos-style ballad treatment is the Animals' "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood," which lets Lauper's rock roots rise to the surface with her edgy performance. While some of her song choices work, others fall flat, like "La Vie en Rose," in which her slightly ragged reading is too rough for the delicate song. Also misfiring is her corny duet with Tony Bennett, "Makin' Whoopee," where the voices of these two New Yorkers clash like stripes and plaids. Lauper also has a little too much fun with Maurice Williams & the Zodiacs' "Stay," as she reverts back to her boisterous voice of yesteryear and disrupts the mature tone of the disc. Although the results are mixed, "At Last" does focus on Cyndi Lauper's best asset - her voice - and may help to rejuvenate a career in which the personality unfortunately overshadowed the talent. (Aaron Latham in AllMusic)
The first album that resulted from those sessions was released in April 1994 and called, simply, "American Recordings". The sleeve pictured Cash with two dogs, one white and one black, to illustrate the themes of sin and redemption that the album embodied. It was the first release to feature only the word “CASH” in big, bold letters on the front, a stark and iconic design that would appear on all five of the main American releases. «I think I’m more proud of this than anything I’ve ever done in my life.» Cash said on its release. «This is me. Whatever I’ve got to offer as an artist, it’s here. I don’t think I ever worked so well with a producer.» The album received rave reviews. The Los Angeles Times called it ‘a milestone work for this legendary singer’, and Billboard went even further, saying, ‘Never has the Man In Black produced a work of such brilliance.’ It went on to win a Grammy.
"American IV: The Man Comes Around" was released in November 2002 and became Cash’s first-ever platinum studio record. It has moments that are simply stunning, and Cash had no doubts about how the album stacked up next to its predeccessors. «I firmly believe that it’s the best record we’ve done,» he said, «It reaches out even further than the others did. It goes in so many directions, but they all come together with me and how I could make these songs my own. They come together in being my songs.» He described the theme of the album as being «the human spirit fighting for survival», adding, «It probably reflects a little of the maturity that I’ve experienced with the pain that I’ve suffered from the illnesses that brought me so close to death.» The album’s closing song was the old Vera Lynn favourite,”We’ll Meet Again”, with accompaniment from the whole ‘Cash Clan’. It was a touching, but chilling finale.
Inevitably, on his debut album, Peter Cincotti is still in the phenomenon stage of his career. The wonder is that a 19-year-old can play jazz piano and sing at such a professional level, and the issue of how distinctively he does it is one largely to be tabled for the present. Even so, the charm of his work lies in its stylistic openness, which might not be expected of a jazz performer who is older. Cincotti makes no distinction between the kind of pop songs adopted for jazz interpretation in the past and more contemporary pop songs that have not been much used for such treatment. In his liner notes, he says he's always wondered what Blood, Sweat & Tears' hit "Spinning Wheel" would sound like as an instrumental played by Erroll Garner, and so he tries to do it that way, and the answer is it doesn't sound bad at all. Mixing the Beatles' "Fool on the Hill" with Nat King Cole's "Nature Boy" may not have been his idea, but it is typical of the eclectic approach he takes to music, and it works. And then there's the closing track, "Rainbow Connection," a Muppets theme that winks good-naturedly at Cincotti's youth. His originals are not particularly impressive, and the acknowledged influence of his mentor, Harry Connick, Jr., is obvious, especially vocally, but Cincotti, supported by a good rhythm section (David Finck, bass, and Kenny Washington, drums) and the tenor saxophone of Scott Kreitzer on three tracks, is a promising pianist with a good feel for ensemble playing, and that may assure him a career even after the crowds attracted by his prodigy status and publicity machine subside. (William Ruhlmann in AllMusic)
English listeners went mad for Katie Melua with the release of her debut album in late 2003. Issued domestically in June 2004, "Call Off the Search" posits the lovely Melua pristinely in between pop, adult contemporary, and traditional American musical forms, with savvy marketing handling the finishing touches. (Think Norah Jones.) It's a comfortable, lightly melodic affair that drinks red wine safely in the middle of the road. Raised in Soviet Georgia and the United Kingdom, Melua has a beguiling accent that colors the ends of her phrases, adding character to her velvety, if occasionally only satisfactory singing voice. She has a nice time with the understated R&B sashay of John Mayall's "Crawling Up a Hill," as well as Mike Batt's "My Aphrodisiac Is You," which is spiced up with barrelhouse piano, muted trumpet, and sly references to opium and the Kama Sutra. The singer's own "Belfast (Penguins and Cats)" opens nicely with a few measures of solo acoustic guitar before it's joined by the orchestral maneuvers that sweep through the majority of "Call Off the Search"'s after-dark cabaret. (Melua also penned a dedication to Eva Cassidy, who she's been compared to vocally.) While the instrumentation is never overbearing, a stoic version of Randy Newman's "I Think It's Going to Rain Today" and a couple of late-album pop vocal entries do dawdle a bit in the soft-focus halo that hovers over "Search"'s more easygoing stretches. These selections are perfectly capable, yet pretty obvious, as if the decision was made to sprinkle Melua's debut equally with safety and variety, in case a particular style didn't stick. Still, despite a few detours down easy street, "Call Off the Search" is a promising debut, and comfortable like the first drink of the evening.(Johnny Loftus in AllMusic)
Ainda eles! O tom desta exclamação podia variar até ao infinito, exprimir o entusiasmo mais intenso ou o aborrecimento mais profundo, consoante... consoante o quê? Consoante se seja “menino pop” ou progressista convicto? Adepto da sociedade de consumo ou do “underground”? A evolução das reacções do público em redor de cada nova obra dos Beatles são de tal modo significativas, que lembram cada vez mais a morte de um grande amor. Embora tudo isso seja relativo, pois se nos formos a fiar nos números, o grupo nunca foi tão popular. O público de que falávamos, aquele que queima hoje o que adorou ontem, não constitui mais do que uma pequena minoria. Aquele que se compõe de “conhecedores”, dos “verdadeiros amantes do pop”, aquele que está ao corrente de tudo o que se faz. Essa não julga os Beatles senão comparando-os com o que fazem os outros conjuntos, não tomando como termo de comparação apenas os mais progressistas e para afirmar que em relação a eles, os Beatles estão já ultrapassados.
Trinta e três anos depois da primeira edição de “Let
It Be”, apareceu no mercado este CD, intitulado “Let It Be… Naked”. Ao contrário do que a
publicidade insistia em afirmar na altura, esta não é a versão “despida” do
album original (as diferenças vão um pouco mais além da eliminação dos arranjos
de Phil Spector...) nem muito menos a “melhor” versão. Mas vamos por partes, e
recuemos um pouco no tempo.