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February 21, 2005:
I was so lucky to hear a song of Stacey's on CBC Radio so that I could look her up and be enchanted by her beautiful music. She has a firm control over all the songs and the listener. The opener, "The Best is Yet to Come" (appropriately named), draws you in with confident and lighthearted instrumentation and vocals, leaving you vulnerable to the devastating beauty of "Say It Isn't So"; the heartfelt support of 'You've Got a Friend"; the sly humor of "Making Whoopee"; and the aching closer, "Bookends". Kent and her skilled band cover her heroes with style and poise throughout.
Stacey Kent: From Girl Next Door to Contemporary Jazz Divaby Anonymous
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August 13, 2004:
Stacey Kent never intended to be a jazz singer. She was on course for a career in academia, but through an unexpected twist of fate, she found herself enrolled at the Guildhall School of Music with Jim Tomlinson, who would later become her husband and musical soul mate. The rest, as they say, is history. Today, the London-based New Yorker has six bestselling solo albums to her credit, a clutchful of jazz awards on her mantelpiece, and continues to perform to sellout audiences across the world. Ms Kent’s unique, distinctive style could best be described as classic chic, the musical equivalent of the “little black dress”. Just as the little black dress has the power to let a woman’s personality shine through, Ms Kent’s delicately nuanced interpretations of the Great American Songbook eloquently showcase the complex melodies and classy, sophisticated lyrics of American popular music during its golden ages. Vocally, Ms Kent has never sounded better. And there is so much to admire: her dulcet-toned mezzo soprano, with its shimmery jazz lilt and translucent vibrato, her innate sense of swing and instinctive timing, her subtly shaded line readings, and the exquisite delicacy of her phrasing. A master storyteller and communicator, Ms Kent also brings a comparative literature graduate’s acute interpretive skills to her singing, eschewing shopworn sentimentality for a piquant romantic lyricism. Ms Kent’s latest album, “The Boy Next Door”, is a heartfelt and reverent tribute to her musical heroes, which include legendary crooners Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin, octogenarian jazz master Dave Brubeck and Manhattan cabaret doyen Bobby Short. The stylish jazz chanteuse’s repertoire also finds her working outside the Great American Songbook for the first time, with contributions from latter-day pop songwriters Burt Bacharach, Paul Simon and Carole King. Ms Kent puts her own indelible stamp on each number as she weaves her magic on a delectable collection of pop-jazz standards that encompass infatuation, seduction, love, loss and reminiscence. “The Best Is Yet To Come”, the opening track of this album, begins with a beguiling quietness. Abetted by Dave Chamberlain’s supple, tantalizing bass line, Ms Kent’s wonderfully lithe voice floats across the melody in light, flirtatious tones. “The best is yet to come, and babe won’t it be fine,” croons Ms Kent seductively, and you know she’s on to a winner. The cheeky uptown swagger and brash bravado that Tony Bennett brought to the number have been replaced by a relaxed, confident sexuality as she sashays appealingly through Cy Coleman and Carolyn Leigh’s zesty, jazz-inflected tune, which also features a brisk, scintillating piano solo by David Newton. “The Trolley Song”, so long regarded as Judy Garland’s signature tune, has been dusted off the shelves and given a new life by Matt Home’s punchy, throbbing beat. Ms Kent registers a thrilling sense of giddy exhilaration here, with Tomlinson’s playful obbligatos dancing around her sparkling vocals. As she peals joyfully through the Irving Berlin swinger, you can just imagine Ms Kent, with her elfin figure and puckish smile, as the fresh-faced ingénue whose adventure on public transportation would inevitably change her life, and Tomlinson as the dapper, dashing gentleman who sweeps Ms Kent off her...