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Gloria Estefan always has had an element of cabaret in her act but she's never tackled that staple of the supper club, the Great American Songbook, prior to 2013's The Standards. Produced by her husband and longtime collaborator Emilio Estefan, The Standards plays it by the book, choosing familiar songs and playing them in familiar ways. Namely, there are plenty of syrupy strings and tinkling pianos, sometimes punctuated by the murmuring saxophone.
Since 1695 Robert de Visee (ca. 1655 - after 1732) was Maître de guitare du Roy, personal guitar teacher of the Sun King, but he also shone in the chamber concerts of the court as a virtuoso on the theorbo. Xavier Diaz-Latorre gives us here an insight into a repertoire that in De Visee's lifetime was initially reserved for exclusive circles of the French court.
MoMo was spawned when Rob Mc Lennan, Vocals / Guitars (No Friends of Harry, Doris), Andrew Cleland, Drums / Backing Vox (The Kerels, Zen Arcade, Squeal), and Rusty Stanley, Bass (Simple English) were at a gig watching 'The English Beat’, and decided to get together as a three-piece to make an uncompromising, dark, swampy, gritty record grounded in places and times they’d all shared.
Taking their name from a Steely Dan song, Deacon Blue were one of the best unknown bands in Scotland. Formed in 1985, the group performed its first concert as the opening act for the Waterboys' premier show in England. With the vocals of singer/songwriter Ricky Ross backed by jazz and soul-inspired melodies, Deacon Blue recorded several British hits in the late '80s. Their success, however, failed to carry over to American audiences. Frustrated by the inability to secure international popularity, the group disbanded in the summer of 1994.
Of all the Norwegian black metal bands, Immortal has, arguably, stuck the closest to the mystical, occult-inspired vision of the scene: the bandmembers kept the evil-Kiss makeup throughout the band's existence, rarely experimented outside of the traditional guitars-drums-bass instrumental configuration, and never revealed their real names.
This was Iggy in his truest form, climbing up from the bottom. There was something about the way he screamed "I got a right" that let you know, he certainly did and he worked it for all it was worth. Maybe not the best production of it's time but still the most honest. this guy was possessed. Music was a drag and then there was glam. Iggy Pop walked that fine line between them, he spit off to the side