I vaguely remember someone, in the dim and distant past, telling me that nobody ever got sacked for buying IBM shares. No doubt that was excellent financial advice and it would equally be excellent advice to listen to anything that Holly Cole might deem to sing.
Her new album “Dark Moon” demonstrates that she is about as classy as a Canadian can get and will undoubtedly reinforce her reputation as a formidable interpreter of songs even if the choice of covers on this album is a distinctly conservative one but, hey, a girl’s got to do what girl’s got to do to pay the rent. Not that I am complaining for, truth be told, she exudes the glamour and elegance of a time long since past and she duly has little trouble in owning each and every one of these eleven songs just as if they had been written especially for her delicious voice.
I don’t know if Holly Colle is an official national treasure of Canada but, if she isn’t, then the democratic process should get that arranged forthwith. As her albums go, I would still rather marry either “Dark Dear Heart” or ”Romantically Helpless” but, that said, I would still buy “Dark Moon” champagne all night long.