And
they kinda pulled it off. No kidding. Sitek’s arrangements (for songs that were
pretty much perfect to begin with) are mostly inspired, with the ’80s style
echo-drenched textures of the production smartly avoiding most of the indulgent
clichés of such a sound. David Bowie lends his voice to two tracks, turning out
a charming Beach Boys-esque dum-de-do-wah choral on “
On
the other hand, Johansson can’t really sing (but then some might say the same
about Waits). She sounds pleasant enough. She keeps her baritone to a sultry
whisper, which suits the path she and Sitek chose for these songs. Then again,
there’s the title track—originally one of Waits’ most heart-wrenching vocal
performances—which didn’t really need a Casio bossa nova beat.
And
that begs the question: Did these songs need
any sort of makeover? No. But unlike most full-fledged tribute albums or
actress-turned-singer albums, this at least sounds
like more than a novelty item. It’s actually a shame that, in 10 years’ time,
that’s inevitably how it’ll come to be remembered.