1. My Baby Knows How
2. It's Wonderful
3. Ain't That A Grand And Glorious Feeling
4. When The World Is At Rest
5. Into Each Life
6. Aincha
7. Say It Isn't So
8. Just The Way You Look Tonight
9. Ain't He Sweet
10. Big City Blues
11. Thank You Mr. Moon
12. Ho Hum
13. Me Myself And I
14. I'm Somebody's Somebody Now
15. Travellin' All Alone
16. Get Out And Get Under
17. If You Want The Rainbow
Debbie Arthurs (vocals and percussion), Norman
Field (clarinet and saxophones), Spats Langham
(guitar, ukulele, vocals), Nick Gill (piano),
Andy Woon (cornet), Mike Piggott (violin)
and Malcolm Sked (double bass and sousaphone)
rec. Huntingdon Hall, Worcester. July 2006.
DDD
Fresh from my audition of
Spats Langham’s recent disc (review)
comes the core of that band under the leadership
of percussionist, singer and Charleston Chasers
regular Debbie Arthurs. It’s her Annette Hanshaw
inspired singing that’s very much to the fore
on this outing and as before – and as ever
– she sings with clear refinement, no ersatz
American accent and a fine appreciation of
period style. She even takes a Boswell Sisters
look at the title track accompanied by Linda
and Susan Adams.
A look at the head note will
alert you to her confreres, some of whom -
Nick Gill, Norman Field and Malcolm Sked –
joined her on Langham’s record. The repertoire
is a mix of standards and more out of the
way material and that always makes for an
enjoyable mix. I should note in passing that
three of the songs are ones collectors will
associate, on disc at least, not with Hanshaw
necessarily but with Billie Holiday in the
1930s – Me, Myself and I, Travelin’ All
Alone and Just the Way You Look Tonight.
Arthurs reclaims them as it were with total
independence, both of tone and in the nature
of the arrangements.
All seventeen tracks are
underpinned by a beguilingly crisp rhythm
section, a springy and aerated texture that
always lends a sense of drive to the proceedings.
Norman Field, that versatile maestro, turns
his hand to stylistic niceties, emulating
Frank Trumbauer (maybe a hint of Bud Freeman
too) on It’s Wonderful and elsewhere
pays eloquent tribute to Adrian Rollini –
is there a better such stylist in the country
at the moment? Mike Piggott takes on the mantle
of Joe Venuti, though he can also sound quite
like another and very under-sung violinistic
soloist of the time, Matty Malneck. On Ain't
That A Grand And Glorious Feeling, a loyal
and colourful recreation of late twenties
style, Debbie Arthurs even pays nudging and
subtle tribute to twenties percussionist supreme
Vic Berton.
Arrangements are tasteful
and varied; the occasional guitar and vocal
introduction fuses with instrumental fluidity
to create a real sense of style and texture.
Cornet player Andy Woon, often playing muted,
gives us hints of Manny Klein in his playing
– and that’s certainly no bad thing; he plays
especially well on the title track, one that
should have been retitled Thank You Mr
Woon.
Langham plays a most fetching
Eddie Lang-inspired solo on Ho-hum,
some of his very best playing on the date,
and infuses some welcome blues in If You
Want The Rainbow. Elsewhere his propulsive
playing sounds inspiring. Malcolm Sked,
whose sousaphone playing I so admired on Langham’s
disc, here concentrates very much more on
string bass chores at which he is so adept.
Nevertheless hear his outstanding brass playing
on Get Out And Get Under. At the piano
there’s Nick Gill. One moment he pays tacit
homage to Frank Signorelli, another he’s Harlem
Striding vigorously behind Arthur’s vocals.
I sense a brief homage to Teddy Wilson’s treble
descending runs on Say It Isn’t So
and a strong command of the James P Johnson
idiom – it adds complexity to the mix.
In fact what I like about
this band is that, despite the apparently
close focus on the Hanshaw-Klein-Rollini-Venuti-Lang
matrix, they sometimes actually seek inspiration
from a somewhat wider range of influences.
That’s not to deny their lively and colourful
recreationist spirit, merely to point out
that stylistically other things are happening
as well. For Debbie Arthurs this is a splendid
first disc under her own name – for an established
company at least. Let’s trust there will be
many more.
Jonathan Woolf