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Swing Around the World
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Artist
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The Cool Crooners of Bulawayo, Triton, Squirrel Nut Zippers, Oscar Peterson, Clark Terry, Alfredo Rey, Duke Heitger & others.
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Label
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Putumayo
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Format
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CD
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Runtime/Release Date
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39'36/2005
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Label Number
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239
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Daedalus Item Code
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27832
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Description
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Swing is an export America can be justly proud of, and artists like Italy's Swing Maniacs absorb and put their own spin on it in a most exhilarating fashion. Homegrown swing is represented ably by the Squirrel Nut Zippers ("Tallin' With Al"), Oscar Peterson with Clark Terry ("Jumbles"), the New Orleans Jazz Vipers ("Blue Drag"), and the Jambalaya Cajun Band ("Hey, Rock") while the Parisian guitarist known as Romane channels Django Reinhardt in "Gypsy Fire." "The Cool Crooners, a group of 50- to 70-somethings, open the 12-track disc.... Except for the language and possibly the political topic—the early years of Zimbabwe's independence—'The Big Van' sounds just like what the folks snapped their fingers to in clubs in the 1930s and '40s. And you can almost sing along with Eric Triton's 'Mari Nica Swing' ('The Pleasure of Swing') even if you can't speak Mauritian Creole. A high point is the Crater Boys' 'Opihi Man,' which employs the guitar and ukulele to celebrate the joys of surfing with a swing beat."—Oakland Tribune "If a single message rises from these songs, it is that swing is a resilient, ever-adapting music form, changing colors like a chameleon.... Django Reinhardt's sinuous melodies, moving from silken to haunted, register a deep influence on Children of the Revolution, a Seattle-based world-fusion band.... Backed by a driving beat and roaming solos … [the Jazz Vipers are] packing heat, courtesy of Joe Braun on sax and Genevieve Duvaland on trombone.... A strong boogie–R&B pulse races through Jambalaya's stomp-down swamp pop. If you can't dance to this stuff, baby, you better sell the shoes."—New Orleans Magazine
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