Unlike Teenage Fanclub yesterday, Femme Fatale is a song you would fully expect Elvis Costello to sing. It almost seems like something that might have been written with him in mind. He does a fine job here, his voice wrappyng itself like a bandage over the words and melody's damaged and battered heart. The band play behind him fit to make you weep. Ir almost sounds like he's enjoying himself.
As for this series I'll keep it going until I run out of covers worth sharing. That certanly hasn't happened yet/ Femme Fatale is a rare and versatile gift to any artists looking to interpret and stamp their own interpretation on it. With every passing day it becomes a firmer favourite of mine. I could write a book, or at least a good chapter of it. I probably won't.
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