I make it a rule not to review the same artist twice on this here
blog, but if I can't violate my own rules, what's the point of having
them? Besides, I last mentioned Catrin Finch
two and a half years
ago; surely there's a statute of limitations at work here. And as
my final defense, that was Catrin as solo artist. Here she's part of
a fourteen piece band. That should let me off the hook.
So much for the defense. (Defensive, am I?) Now to the album at
hand. String Theory is jazz, which usually doesn't involve
any harps. It's a dancing bear kind of album, the impressive thing
about a dancing bear not being that it dances well, but that it dances
at all. Adding a harp, even one as good as hers, to
On The Ritz can't make me forget what Gene Wilder and Peter
Boyle did to it.
Come Fly With Me) isn't really any different with a few
more strings, although I grant that
isn't half bad. (Clearly,
terrorizing Clint Eastwood didn't scar me
the way Mel Brooks
'Em High? That's just creepy, with or without the harp.
Then again, that was the point.