Feeling in the mood for something absurd? Well, I've got just the guy for you! Upon hearing Scott for the first time, you
might first ask whether he REALLY said that. Once you realize he actually DID say that, then you wonder whether he's
serious. Then you get a little frightened (or even amused) when you realize he IS serious. If you're feeling more amused
than disgusted, then your next step is to listen to SCOTT 2 all the way through.
Mind you, it's Scott's lounge lizard crooning and warbling over the over-the-top orchestral arrangements that serve to make
his saucy lyrics so completely unexpected. Musically, this album moves into territory that I'm not usually keen on. I've
never been a fan of syrupy strings and overworked orchestras behind some crooning pop vocalist that might have been a
fixture on the Vegas circuit. It's simply hilarious to hear him dryly deliver his cheeky and salacious stories, often
punctuated at the end of a phrase with a very lengthy and deliberately contrived vibrato. Ladies and gentleman, this is
the world of Scott Walker circa 1968. And at this point in time (or even since), there has been no one quite like him.
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