Tom Scott decided to produce ukulele wizardess Brittni Paiva in Tell U What, bringing yet another of the young string virtuoso's many sides out in a collection of chiefly coolsiding cuts…even including a Scott-arranged version of Faure's Pavane. Throughout the disc, Paiva's tone is note perfect, pure and clean, restrained, decorous, and dulcet…and, um, that's precisely the problem. Everything's waaaaay too homogenized. Unlike the killer Four Strings release, this woman's jazzy side has been submerged in a The Wave atmosphere resulting in a nearly New Agey release of over-sanitized work harking back to the mistake Gabor Szabo made after his epochal Mizrab slab, thereafter going for the disco floor and water cooler muzak.
Tell U What is far too much like a GRP release—some of which are quite good, too many not—or Bob James on a lukewarm day, Sominex pressed into aluminum and plastic. Perhaps the strangest element is the odd disjointed vocal track of Michael McDonald on I Keep Forgettin, not to mention the fact that only half the vocals actually appear. Jesus, talk about mailin' it in! Gone are the fire and dazzling virtuosity, the spunk and élan, replaced by pretty wallflowers and cellophane. Sorry, Brittni, but ya gotta dump Scott (he's gotten too long in the tooth) and get back to your own gig…and Montovani Moderne ain't it. Hell, too much of the time, you're barely present. Luv ya, but I don't dig this much. 'Member: Jake's your competition, not Walter Murphy.
Edited by: David N. Pyles
Copyright 2012, Peterborough Folk Music Society.
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