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Rating:
Ute Lemper is the more dignified and composed counterpart to our Milva: a splendid singer of Brecht-Weill repertoire, who knows how to hold back when necessary, compared to the all-Italian diva nature of the red-haired, dyed, Italian-origin wild woman.
In this album, Lemper attempted the classic "commercial" coup by bringing into play many names of quality modern songwriting: Nick Cave, Tom Waits, et similia; but she failed in the homogeneity of the project, as many of the proposed songs often are nothing more than a classy filler to the original idea of a "murder ballads record" where Lemper, as usual, is a classy interpreter, with too little soul and too much vocal technique at her disposal.
Only God knows how much I'd like to hear the first song "Little Water Song" sung by Cave's unrefined voice, rather than by Lemper's educated voice that makes every consonant, every vowel intelligible and graceful.
The only merit of this CD is the presence of one song: "Streets of Berlin", by Martin Shermann and Philip Glass, taken from the theatrical work "Bent," by Shermann himself, which shines for decay and lasciviousness in a record where sin and passionate murder are too technical and calculated to become truly engaging and monstrous.
In two words: not evocative.
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