it's rumored to start getting warmer, and summer approaches. mitchforkmedia decided to revisit a classic album appropriate for the season. whether it was a clerical error or a fundamental failure in english comprehension is irrelevant- rather than classic, we got classical.
though they failed to sign the prestigious deutsche grammophone label on this album, the performers collectively were okay to listen to. superstars sir neville marriner and andras schiff make notable contributions, but missteps by overly anxious i musici and helmut walca kept things from getting past penultimate. tighter on the sixteenth note runs, pepe!
bach is immensly challenging material to play and a dramatic interpretation most certainly leads to a disasterous resolution. the other way- straight interpretation is the master's approach, but imitator's tend to sound extremely boring. the sheer amount of repetition and chord progression duped early readers into thinking the music was merely warmup material, but some of the tracks on this cd make an honest effort towards revealing bach's surprising originality... none of this matters when youre at the barbeque trying to hit on that chick in the red tanktop. it probably will end in rejection, but the pseudo-sophistication of baroque music may mislead her into thinking that there's more to you than the beercan imprint on your forehead, woven tribal braclet on your wrist, and stupid thoughts in your head. nonetheless, from an exceedingly tacky series of alliteration-based classical cd's (vivaldi for valentines?), this one's sort of a keeper.
so when the playlist gets old and you're looking for something fresh, stand out from the crowd of sheep playing deathcab, m83, mmouse, and put on the father of fugue. doubt that the ladies will love it? bach had 20 children. fuguetaboudit!
3.9/10
actually, don't put on the bach. crappy electronic pop will do.
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