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Title: "The ultimate Burt Bacharach reference"?
Review: So promises the cover. "For fans, serious record collectors, and music critics." Song by song, we presume.What we get, instead, is snarky rock-style journalism--to be sure, many of Bacharach's early titles are trashed for (among other crimes) not being rock and roll. (What were they supposed to sound like??) Not that anyone ever went broke critiquing music from a rock-good/pop-bad perspective, but shouldn't there have been some warning that this was the same cliched, mean-toned prose to be found everywhere else?Song analysis is next to none, and what little we get is occasionally bizarre. Ferrante and Teicher made a career of contrary-motion glissandos, claims the author, for example. I make a point of avoiding such inane, reductive journalism, and I had every reason to expect something more from this volume. Otherwise, I'd happily give it two or three stars, just for the fun photos and facts. Because of the false advertising, one star.
