Just One of Those Things
Always True to You in My Fashion
It's All Right with Me
My Heart Belongs to Daddy
Let's Misbehave
Love for Sale
I've Got You Under My Skin
Miss Otis Regrets
What Is This Thing Called Love?
Begin the Beguine
You´re the Top
You'd Be so Nice to Come Home To
Let's Do It
Night and Day
Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye
This was always going to be tough. For the Czech classical singer Magdalena
Kožená to take on Cole Porter (and win) a lot of stylistic and verbal
recalibration would have to take place. Classical forays into this kind of
repertoire are famously strewn with the reputational damage of high-flying
opera stars brought heavily down to earth. In her booklet notes she thanks
Mary Carewe for her help – Carewe is a fine practitioner of this kind of
song – and also Juraj Bartoš for his arrangements (all but one are his).
But in the end the singer is alone with her voice, its training, her
temperament and her feel for the idiom, for the vernacular, and for the
conversational intimacies it involves.
On board she has Ondrej Havelka and his Melody Makers, a band finely
attuned to music of the 20s and 30s and there are some stylish
contributions from them throughout the fifteen very familiar songs. But the
disparity between their accomplished familiarity and Kožená’s operatically
scaled instincts are all too evident, alas. The breezy but stage-based Just One of Those Things also shows that doing too much with the
voice is wrong. Too many inflexions, registral changes, and changes of
colour, and you risk tension and tension is what we get. One can hear again
and again how she tries hard to scale down the voice and her vibrato but
it’s unevenly effective and this inconsistency only increases the problems.
Her parlando approach to Always True to You in My Fashion is nice
but she remains rhythmically rather stiff. Where the album really scores is
in instrumental and orchestral detailing – in the sensitively string-based It's All Right with Me for instance, which does well for this
moving ballad. Then there are the neat breaks in My Heart Belongs to Daddy but she sings consistently too high and
that makes things sound unnatural.
Havelka clearly knows his Goldkette and Whiteman, as does the arranger,
because Let’s Misbehave invokes the spirit of Bing Crosby and his
Rhythm Boys, as well as alto and trumpet solos that evoke Frankie Trumbauer
and Bix Beiderbecke – and very adroitly too. But for all their finesse it’s
the singer who matters most and despite the deft arrangement of that torch
song for prostitutes everywhere, Love for Sale, and a
bright-and-breezy I've Got You Under My Skin, she remains hooty in Begin the Beguine and wholly unidiomatic and far too extroverted
in You'd Be so Nice to Come Home To. For my taste we hear too
little of pianist Miroslav Lacko, whose brief solos show an appreciation of
Dick Hyman.
Everything about the disc is classy, from the notes by Kožená herself, to
the splendid recorded sound. But despite her flapper dresses and bobbed
hair in the photos, looking the part doesn’t mean you’re going to sound the
part.
Jonathan Woolf