(Review by Lance)
Billy Brandt takes us down these mean streets. The blurb describes his voice as being like dark roasted coffee with a hint of cream - I'll drink to that. It's a Bogie movie, a Jim Thompson novel, a painting by Edward Hopper, a stranger you meet on a train, Route 66 in a minor key, maybe Lana Turner or Barbara Stanwyck helping you to murder their surplus to requirement husbands.
Brandt composed the dark lyrics which he sings/narrates like Tom Waits may have done before he swallowed the razorblades. Maybe this a new genre - jazz noir. The jazz is ever present with solos by sax, piano, B3. To fully enjoy, don your Fedora, pour a shot of Bourbon, invite your neighbour's wife/husband to break a few of the Ten Commandments and maybe shoot a couple of guys whilst you wait.
The City Noir he sings/writes about is actually Seattle where Brandt now lives and, whilst the city's tourist board may not adopt it as their anthem, perhaps they should - it would give the citizens another reason to be sleepless and to go out and enjoy the nightlife.
Love it - Mike Hammer has moved to Seattle!
Lance
Billy Brandt (vocals/acoustic guitar); Brian Monroney (vibes/piano/guitar); Chris Symer (bass); Tim Kennedy (piano); Jeff Bush (percussion); Brad Boal (drums/bongos); Joe Doria (B3); Jamie Maschler (accordian); Bradley Hawkins (cello) + (on 1 track) John Hansen (piano); Jameal Nance (drums); Emmanuel del Casal (bass).
Back up vocals: Kelly Ash, Darelle Holden; Hans Brehmer and David Arteaga.
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