CD Feature/ Kyle Eastwood: "Metropolitain"

Romancing a middle-aged science teacher: Friendly, uncompetitive vibes.

Boy, talk about a hater’s tackling dummy: the son of Clint Eastwood, trying to sell us on his Innate Jazz Talent, obviously stemming from a firm grounding in deep art, all inherited from a man who could imitate a large obtuse block of wood for entire movies at a time. And, oh, oh, look, a bunch of snooty French surrender-monkey jazz-hacks being all… you know, jazzy and French.

Nothing bad here, though. Nothing Miles or Dizzy or Thelonious either, no, but if you’re in the market for mature background-patter jazz for romancing a middle-aged science teacher to, this is as good as anything that was ever playing during scenes where Dirty Harry took his date to the gin-n-steak joint where there’s never any kids at the tables.

Have your skip-button finger ready for the first song, wherein Kyle lays his bass down for the single-named French enchanted enchantrix superstar Camille to coo a bunch of oohs and ohs over. After this bit of silliness, however, you can relax in friendly, uncompetitive vibes that recall restaurant-jazz biggies like Ramsey Lewis circa Routes.

By Eric Saeger

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