Okay, let's get this done with the minimum of fuss. I don't have any issues with this, really. It's perfectly pleasant dinner music but giving it your full attention is a big ask for more than one track. That's cuz it's all the same.
All the same elegant orchestrations, all the same lugubrious vocals from Frank Albert Sinatra and, when he shows up, all the same breathy, Latina vocals from Antonio Carlos Jobim. All the same clutch pinch chord picking in that slow bossa style.
It's beautiful. You can stick it on and drift away. You can love it. It can be your desert island disc. But I defy you to have the energy to rave about this album. It seems unkind to call it boring cuz it is so....well, nice. But boring is what it is. Nice/boring.
"So what do you think of that Sinatra album with the Latin dude?"
"Well, it starts off with the Girl From Ipanema and has this--"
"Nah - just gimme the elevator pitch."
"Okay. Yeah, you could play it in an elevator."
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