Jeremy Sassoon (vocals, piano); Chris Rabbitts (bass) Pat Illingworth (drums); + Mike Walker (guitar); Pat Levett (harmonica solo);Steve Parry (flugelhorn), Ross Stanley (Hammond organ); Harry Greene (nylon guitar); Natalie Williams. Brendan Reilly (backing vocals) and Realstrings arranged by Pete Whitfield
The first question is
what time of day do you want to play this? Late evening when lights are low or
early Sunday morning as the sun burns off the mist? It’s perfect for both times
and many others. First hearing suggest that this is supper jazz but you
wouldn’t want to dine, you’d want to listen, and insist that everyone else used
wooden cutlery and ate off paper plates.
Part of this album’s strengths lies in the song selection. None are originals but all play with moods, tragic, mainly but mixed in with some hope and, even, low levels of celebration, all to illustrate the many ages of man. This range from despair is captured in Don’t let Me Be Misunderstood with plaintiff vocals giving way to a string wrapped piano solo, the lushness offset by the interpolation of Mike Oldfield’s Tubular Bells/Exorcist theme. Stop This Train deals with the eternal stay/escape dichotomy with Sassoon’s light tenor working its way through all the options. The next song is Mose Allison’s City Home with its longing for home decorated by some lovely organ playing by, the near ubiquitous, Ross Stanley.
