This is a lightly fun Sunday listening morning, the new Herb Albert a ‘modernising’ of the songs of my boyhood, the Tijuana Brass pretty much a radio stalwart of my growing up in 60s America.
Hugely familiar songs like Spanish Flea, Work Song, Green Peppers, A Taste of Honey and Spanish Harlem are repackaged with funky
beats, some loops, vocal/voice inserts and other modestly applied effects,
never losing their innocent sweet melodies and all of the inherent hopefulness
of their time and that young boy’s assimilation of it all.
It isn’t all change and never radical. Just enough to occupy
before breakfast and reading the papers; memories of home and how some
alterations aren’t so bad in a world where you can get away with anything
really, not that Herb has taken any appalling liberties with this music: A Taste of Honey playing as I write
that, sweeping strings wafting across a slowed but pronounced beat, echo on the
horn, some buzzing sounds, some staccato ‘heys’, and still as if it was
nearly yesterday.
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