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A lieu of a revieu:
To the Carbuncle for classics with a contemporary twist: the Brodsky Quartet are clearly talented fiddlers who perform standing up. If I were smart I'd have the track listing to hand - very rock and roll, they had theirs on a sheet of paper on the stage floor.
After the first tune, they requested us not to clap, to add to the atmosphere - given the direction they took the second half I think this was a mistake. But they did Gershwin, Lullaby, and Latin American think with frogs, and although I was battling my quasi-narcolepsy they were impressive.
In the second half they were joined by a bare foot Jacqui Dankworth in a gorgeous dress. She's the daughter of Johnny Dankworth and Cleo Laine, the latter I associate with 1970s comedy sketch shows ("And now, Miss Cleo Laine...") although that underestimates their place in British scat singing. Johnny Dankworth to me is just a British jazz name - I didn't know he'd been a professor at Gresham College. They performed a variety of jazz and folk songs, the odd Elvis Costello and Bkork, arrangements by her parents and brother, and so forth, but the show stoppers were arrangement of poems by schools children. There is a temptation to clap the neat bits, like jazz, but the misplaced auterity of the first half mitigated against it.
I'd see them and probably her again.
To the Carbuncle for classics with a contemporary twist: the Brodsky Quartet are clearly talented fiddlers who perform standing up. If I were smart I'd have the track listing to hand - very rock and roll, they had theirs on a sheet of paper on the stage floor.
After the first tune, they requested us not to clap, to add to the atmosphere - given the direction they took the second half I think this was a mistake. But they did Gershwin, Lullaby, and Latin American think with frogs, and although I was battling my quasi-narcolepsy they were impressive.
In the second half they were joined by a bare foot Jacqui Dankworth in a gorgeous dress. She's the daughter of Johnny Dankworth and Cleo Laine, the latter I associate with 1970s comedy sketch shows ("And now, Miss Cleo Laine...") although that underestimates their place in British scat singing. Johnny Dankworth to me is just a British jazz name - I didn't know he'd been a professor at Gresham College. They performed a variety of jazz and folk songs, the odd Elvis Costello and Bkork, arrangements by her parents and brother, and so forth, but the show stoppers were arrangement of poems by schools children. There is a temptation to clap the neat bits, like jazz, but the misplaced auterity of the first half mitigated against it.
I'd see them and probably her again.
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