A THRIFTY VINYL WORLD CUP SPECIAL Imagine a decent enough guy calling himself a doctor because he hangs out with a doctor friend. Maybe even the doctor friend has described to him a few operations. Would you want that first guy operating on your gall bladder? Of course not.
Now, imagine a group of decent enough musicians calling themselves “Bossa Nova All Stars” just because they’ve got a Brazilian guitarist in their band and this guitarist has taught them how to play “One Note Samba”. In fact, that and “Desafinado” represent the only specific nods to leader Almeida’s home country on Viva Bossa Nova!, the rest made up of Easy-Listening musical apostasy like “Moon River” and “Lazy River”. The electronic organ makes things particularly tepid.
The enterprise reminds me of the episode of The Office in which David Brent is convinced that his old songs can easily be made au courant by “drop[ing] some drum ‘n’ bass shit on ’em“.
I would say, “I should have guessed” today as I bought Viva!, but I did guess, I just hoped I was wrong.