“I'd like to ask for a temporary reprieve from orchestral pop. The jazzy vocals, smooth horn arrangements, and bursts of cheery strings were a welcome respite from crunchy guitar, back when the downtown hipsters developed ironic attachments to Burt Bacharach and learned to mix martinis. The lounge craze of the mid-90s was all about kitsch and secondhand space-age dinnerware. Maybe you liked the mus”
