By Steve Weinstein
By Bryan Bierman
By Lindsey Rhoades
By Chaz Kangas
By Ben Westhoff and Sarah Purkrabek
By Jena Ardell
By Jesse Sendejas Jr.
By Katherine Turman
Wannabe-endless "Don't Cry for Me Argentina" gets stopped, quickly but calmly, and shouldered aboard a tuba train, the better to pass through warm shadows of bolero and tango, before vanishing mysteriously. "Beeyutifull Pee-pull!" take back their title from Evita and all her escorts, rolling into and out of a shockingly loud parade drum Manson as Masons, in freewheeling ceremony.
Biggie's "Notorious Thugs" gets stripped of Bone's graffiti harmonies (or complicities), revealing a lone hero-outlaw, bound to fall. Dean Bowman sings eloquently, stoically, fades out (an ancient story, still "in progress"). "Nessum Dorma" (Aretha pinch-hit for Pavarotti with it at the Grammys) features a trumpet in lonely contemplation of assured triumph (a male privilege thing). Then Bowie's horn buddies remind him he's winning the Maximum Babe, Turandot, and does he hosanna! Still, it's kind of a . . . blues victory. Always was, really. (Lester's got me checking out opera.)
"In the Still of the Night" revels in '50s R'n'B'n'R's glorious joke, which anyone with ears could get in on, even Beyondo mature regrets and loss of (some) innocence. To find out all the rest? Hey, buy the disc.