Back in 1988, Barbra Streisand had a minor pop hit, a tune she recorded with Don Johnson called "Till I Loved You." Johnson sang first, a friendly placebo with a harmless, :sweet tenor voice. Then Streisand barreled in, and ... blam! Was someone else singing? She was Johnson's lover at the time, but vocally she wiped him out. I kept thinking of that as I listened to Streisand's latest release, Back to Broadway (Columbia), on which she overwhelms two duet partners, not to mention the songs she sings. The album -- her 50th! -- is in theory a return to her musical-comedy roots, and, of course, an echo of her 1985 smash The Broadway Album, the last Streisand record of any kind, single or album, that went to No. 1. Maybe she's looking for a lucky charm, because, apart from three numbers by Andrew Lloyd Webber, she echoes the music she sang in 1985, again choosing Guys and Dolls, Rodgers and Hammerstein, Gershwin, and lots of Sondheim; there's even another West Side Story medley. But, hey, if another hit were all she wanted, I'd have no problem; what leaves me
reeling is a vocal style that seems to aim at nothing less than world domination. The
Broadway Album was, by comparison, an innocent romp in Streisand's old
theatrical playground, the work of a supreme singer-actress still unspoiled enough to fall
in love with the characters she sings. But this time Streisand turns the star power up so
high that she's the only character in sight. She was always commanding; now she reaches
heights of self-involvement that, maybe luckily, no other singer may have ever attained. If she can blow a partner in song away with one single syllable, imagine how she roars
down the vocal highway alone. At the end of a song, just for instance, she'll belt out a
high note, then crack an unexpected final consonant like a whip, just in case you'd
stopped paying attention. As she starts "I've Never Been in Love Before" (a
classic Guys and Dolls duet, which she sings alone) she finds a tone of
such riveting purity that time all but stops. Later in the song she tops even that when
she sings "So please forgive this helpless haze I'm in," and turns each syllable
into a priceless jewel, mounted in its own distinct, glowing universe.
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