Original released on CD BMG 538448222
(UK 2018, November 30)
Much like his contemporary David Bowie, Ferry consolidated his glam-era success with a covers album, his first full solo effort even while Roxy Music was still going full steam. Whereas Bowie on "Pin-Ups" focused on British beat and psych treasures, Ferry for the most part looked to America, touching on everything from Motown to the early jazz standard that gave the collection its name. Just about everyone in Roxy Music at the time helped out on the album -- notable exceptions being Andy Mackay and Brian Eno. The outrageous take on Bob Dylan's "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall," with Ferry vamping over brassy female vocals, sets the tone for things from the start. All this said, many of the covers aim for an elegant late-night feeling not far off from the well-sculpted Ferry persona of the '80s and beyond, though perhaps a touch less bloodless and moody in comparison. In terms of sheer selection alone, meanwhile, Ferry's taste is downright impeccable. There's Leiber & Stoller via Elvis' "Baby I Don't Care," Lesley Gore's "It's My Party" (with narrative gender unchanged!), Smokey Robinson and the Miracles' "The Tracks of My Tears," and more, all treated with affection without undue reverence, a great combination. Ferry's U.K. background isn't entirely ignored, though, thanks to two of the album's best efforts - the Beatles' "You Won't See Me" and the Stones' "Sympathy for the Devil." Throughout Ferry's instantly recognizable croon carries everything to a tee, and the overall mood is playful and celebratory. Wrapping up with a grand take on "These Foolish Things" itself, this album is one of the best of its kind by any artist. (Ned Raggett in AllMusic)
Bryan Ferry
invests considerable time and energy in cover albums (he should, considering
that they compose a good portion of his solo catalog), treating them with as
much care as a record of original material. He's always found ways to radically
reinvent the songs he sings, so it's easy to expect that his collection of pop
standards, "As Time Goes By", would re-imagine the familiar. Instead, "As Time
Goes By" is his first classicist album, containing non-ironic,
neo-traditionalist arrangements of songs associated with the '30s. That doesn't
mean it's a lavish affair, dripping with lush orchestras - it's considerably
more intimate than that. Even when strings surface, they're understated, part
of a small live combo that supports Ferry throughout the record. He's made the
music as faithful to its era as possible, yet instead of rigidly replicating
the sounds of the '30s, he's blended Billie Holiday, cabaret pop, and movie
musicals into an evocative pastiche. Ferry is at his best when he's exploring
the possibilities within a specific theory or concept; with "As Time Goes By", he
eases into these standards and old-fashioned settings like an actor adopting a
new persona. Since Ferry has always been a crooner, the transition is smooth
and suave. He makes no attempt to alter his tremulous style, yet it rarely
sounds incongruous - he may sound a little vampirish on "You Do Something
to Me," but that's the rare case where he doesn't seamlessly mesh with his
romantic, sepia-toned surroundings. On the surface, it may seem like a
departure for Ferry, but in the end, it's entirely of a piece with his body of
work. True, it may not be a major album in the scheme of things, but it's easy
to be seduced by its casual elegance. (Thomas Erlewine in AllMusic)