Where percussion ensembles go, bedlam follows--if the percussion ensemble is worth a damn, that is. This album did not disappoint, taking Glenn Milleresque arrangements of such usually tame 1930s tunes such as "There's a Small Hotel" and I Didn't Know what Time It Was, and opening the floodgates with a barrage of
bongos, tympani, xylophones, and miscellaneous ratchety tappety and boingy instruments and generally sending the tame of heart to seek cover in the nearest fallout shelter.
I Didn't Know What Time It Was:
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The Ted Mazio Percussion Group
Side 1
There's a Small Hotel
My Gal Sal
What is ther to say
Lady is a Tramp
Didn't know what time it was
Side 2
Evrything I've Got
I Could Write a Book
Where or When
People will say we're in Love
dang......i fuckin like this fuckin lp, it's fuckin good.
hooo, tha's a lotta fuckin, baybeess (but i likes it, too!)
I just want to thank you,for introducing this jaded record collector to the joys of budget label "percussion" records a while back.They are certainly a lot more weirder,surreal,and over the top,than boring stuff like Enoch Light or Ferrente and Teicher!
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