The Bombshells
Birdland Jazz Club, NYC, May 6, 2018
Reviewed by Chris Struck for Cabaret Scenes
They’ve said for a long time that “good things come in threes.” In fact, it has been said for generations that we meet three teachers, three friends, three enemies, and three great loves in our lives. Maybe I met all three of each and all at once at Birdland in the form of The Bombshells—Tiffany Dissette, Heather Lundstedt O’Neill, Leah Sprecher—who sing modern hits like those of Lady Gaga and Katy Perry in the form of the 1940s Andrews Sisters. Or was it the ’60s McGuire Sisters?
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Regardless of any likeness, there are three of them, and, though they may not be sisters, their voices slip into such an easy harmony that it cuts softly and lingers deeply. I’ve found myself humming their tunes and forgetting where I’ve heard the song until it comes back to me that the arrangement was David Lamoureux’s (MD/snare drum/accompanying vocals) and that the tune came from their echoing chorus of “Send my love to your new lover/ Treat her better,” from Adele’s “Send My Love.”
Almost impossible to recognize, but for the words and the bare memory of the melody, songs like Gnarls Barkley’s “Crazy” and Gotye’s “Somebody That I Used to Know” suddenly became the class of jazz standards with Lamoureux’s subtlety and the Bombshells’ combined ability—not to mention Josh Plotner’s clarinet solo. He split his time on the saxophone, and in combination with Jostein Gulbrandsen and Evan Gregor’s sweet licks on the guitar and bass, respectively.
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A memorable performance in bringing style to showmanship, I think The Bombshells can safely say that they won a fan in me, but there are still more good things to say.
A further nuance of their show was the competing qualities of the trio’s voices. Dissette’s low but piercing beauty turned a note in “Suddenly I See” (KT Tunstall) better than I can turn a phrase. Comparatively, O’Neill’s high soprano line could cut over her co-performers’ voices like a knife through butter. As her lips puckered into a kiss, it broke through in vocalizations like a velvet whistle. Not to be outdone, Sprecher rounded out the night with the voice that had been the glue between Dissette and O’Neill, becoming the melting liquid fire that will haunt the audience of Birdland for the summer. Her abilities turned Christina Aguilera’s “Ain’t No Other Man” (Aguilera/Chris E.
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Martin/Kara DioGuardi)from a sassy song about physical intuition into a personal anthem of passion.
See them when you can where you can, because they’ve got the soul, class, and style to remind you of what those words really mean.
