This review is just the kind of jaded tosh that this painfully hip magazine spits out ; it also illustrates why Elvis Costello has so little time or inclination for his birthplace.
http://www.timeout.com/london/music/features/1917.html
Time Out , London
Kerstan Mackness, Mon Sep 4
Jazz's young scenesters
Are there too many young jazz singers out there? And can they all cut it? We're not sure they can, but knows who’s to blame?
With sales of guitars reportedly going through the roof in the last few years, you might be forgiven for thinking that everyone under the age of 25 wants to be in the next Arctic Monkeys. But, it would appear, there seems to be almost as many people of a similar age who want to sing showtunes and jazz standards written 50 years before they were born. Pick any date at random from Time Out’s music listings, and you might find around 20 indie bands playing around London, but also more than half that number of jazz singers plying their trade on the same night. You’ll also find several long-running ‘singers nights’ – where hopeful punters come and croon, with accompaniment provided by an in-house piano trio.
So what the hell is going on? How did singing standards in the impoverished world of jazz become perceived as a ‘Pop Idol’-like shortcut to success? Some point to the success of Jamie Cullum, Canadian crooner Michael Bublé or Americana-tinged jazz diva Norah Jones who, between them, have shifted more than 30 million albums. But a more crucial precursor to the whole boom might be Diana Krall, the Canadian pianist and singer who releases her eleventh album this week.
When Krall burst onto the scene ten years ago, she was not only half a century younger than legends like Betty Carter but, unlike them, she also eschewed the usual jazz practice of using standards as a vehicle for improvisation. Instead of turning each song inside out, she employed a back-to-basics approach, performing sensual, swinging, beautifully understated versions of classic songs, and succeeded in connecting with the public. She became a proper star complete with celebrity fans (Bill Clinton, Clint Eastwood) and a famous husband (Elvis Costello, with whom she’s expecting a child later this year). With worldwide sales of nearly 15 million, she’s become a global brand: you can buy yourself a Diana Krall karaoke CD in US supermarkets, and you’ll even find her calendars hanging next to Justin Timberlake’s in such unlikely outlets as Singapore Airport.
Krall’s lucky break was to tap into a seemingly vast appetite for the familiar, and her new album ‘From This Moment On’ is the sort of gently swinging, snoozy stroll through the Great American Songbook that Parky loves and you suspect Krall could cut in her sleep. But what’s mystifying is why Krall has chosen to play it so safe. Her last album, ‘Girl In The Corner’ (huh? -J.F.) largely comprised original material co-written with hubby Costello and was a deeper, bleaker affair that had the critics purring and suggested a more interesting artist. Despite being critically acclaimed and selling well – reaching Number 3 in the UK album chart and selling 180,000 in the UK alone – word is that her record company weren’t too enamoured of her new darker sound. ‘What we wanted was another “The Look Of Love”,’ said one executive, referring to her massively successful 2001 album of jazz standards. ‘What we got was a fucking miserable Elvis Costello album.’
Its successor, ‘From This Moment On’, isn’t a bad album. Her languid, sensual version of ‘Little Girl Blue’ is sublime – with every nuance, shrug and phrase counting for something – it’s just that the record seems so limited in its stylistic aspirations. And this narrowness has filtered down to other young singers who seem reluctant to move beyond the Krall-authorised blueprint. Even pop kitten Christina Aguilera has has started impudently namechecking jazz divas in an attempt to add her herself to a lineage that might include Billie and Ella. Likewise, retro London trio The Puppini Sisters mine the same jazz nostalgia seam with their oh-so-ironic update on The Andrews Sisters.
It smacks of a deliberate marketing ploy to remind us that, pre-Elvis, jazz was the pop of its day. It’s easy to see why a major record company might want to tap into that nostalgia: unlike with most rock bands, there’s no need to write your own hits (why bother when there’s half a century of standards to choose from?) and record companies don’t even have to keep a regular band in their employ. But it’s much harder to understand why a young singer trying to make a name for herself (they’re still mostly women) would want to trample on such well- trodden ground.
Paul Pace has been running a singers’ night every Wednesday at the Spice Of Life in Soho for over eight years that acts as something of a microcosm of the whole scene. His night attracts a friendly, mostly listening audience aged between 25 and 45 and features a mini set from an up-and-coming singer, a longer set from a more established jazz name and an ‘X-Factor’-style open-mic slot that’s often as compelling as a car-crash. But what’s really struck Pace is how young a lot of the singers are: ‘There are tons of young singers around at the moment and there seem to be more and more every year. And, sad to say, few of them can really cut it. You get a sense that a lot of them want to be stars but aren’t prepared to really put the work in learning their trade.’
Claire Martin (who – alongside Ian Shaw, Liane Carroll and Norma Winstone – is one of Britain’s few true world-class jazz singers) is surprised at how some of them are getting away with it: ‘I wonder if they can really hear themselves. It’s not enough to be frocked up and playing the sex card. It’s become like reality TV, no one knows what’s good any more.’
Ian Shaw agrees: ‘A lot of these women just sound bland. They have websites that make them look like Revlon girls and they’re trying to tap into Krall’s sultriness, but they haven’t got any chops. The problem is that while Krall’s the real deal influenced by Carmen McRae and Shirley Horn, so many young singers just mimic her sexy, laid-back approach without appreciating Krall’s musicianship.’
As Martin says: ‘I really appreciate Krall’s craft. She’s a great pianist but I’d love her to take more risks, both in material and delivery,’ and it’s those risks that drive the real jazz singers. Artists like Martin and Shaw are driven by an impulse to improvise, to create anew on the hoof every night, that’s a million miles from the straitjacket of perfect pop renditions. But it seems that less and less people are drawn to rhythmic and harmonic invention in favour of a pretty face and a blandly beautiful jazzy voice. Take jazz’s latest kooky poster girl Madeleine Peyroux, whose new album ‘Half The Perfect World’ is out in November. She’s been lauded as the new Billie Holiday but in reality peddles an agreeably nostalgic, bland approximation of Holiday’s on-the-edge brilliance.
What Peyroux has done is to move beyond the Great American Songbook, featuring songs from Tom Waits, Joni Mitchell and Fred Neil alongside the standards and originals. There are others exploring a similarly wide range of influences, like intense folk-jazz songstress Christine Tobin or the beautifully expressive Jacqui Dankworth (both more influenced by Cassandra Wilson than Diana Krall) but it’s harder for these singers to break through. As Jon Newey, editor of industry bible Jazzwise, says: ‘It’s so unimaginative in material and style. They all just copy each other. My advice is ask yourself have I really got it? Can I be as good as Claire Martin or Ian Shaw? If the answer’s no then don’t give up the day job.’
Diana Krall’s new album ‘From This Moment On’ is out on Verve this Monday





