Think about it: Being a boy from The Bronx (one of only four places on the planet with 'The' as part of its name) how could I resist reviewing a disc titled Brooklyn Is Sinking? But, if Weisntein's music is any indication of the musical health of that proud, though often maligned borough, Brooklyn isn't sinking, it's on the rise.
Opening with an Elton John-ish Tumbleweed Connection sounding Stones, Brooklyn Is Sinking quickly erupts into a piano centered, street wise and dark eyes Steely Dan landscape that is an absolute joy to listen to and get lost in. Lyrical in a harsh yet human Tom Waits way with Randy Newman orchestral textures lurking throughout (Sonny is resplendent), Weinstein leaves the usual crowd of folk-based singer/songwriters miles behind (in Staten Island or Queens perhaps?)
Tough (Scared White Men, A Minor Cool (Palimpsest)), lush (She Like), and soulful (take your pick), Weisntein and his superb accompanists, including guitarist Marco Oppedisano, bassist Tom Hubbard, drummer Sonny Jain, saxophonist Bruce Huron, and organist Oliver Van Essen, sound like a hybrid of classic artists, but never, and I do mean never, do they sound derivative or imitative. Even if the songs and music weren't as good as it is, just that would be a major accomplishment.
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