A chip off the old block, Feather is the daughter of critic/producer Leonard Feather. She’s at ease within her musical skin, singing her deceptively light, fresh lyrics to swing era chestnuts with delicacy, fluency and sly fun. Tongue-in-cheek? You betcha, but deliciously savvy. Listen to Feather tell charming, hilarious tales as tiny tots in pink tutus tiptoe at ballet school (“Remembering to Breathe”). She also brags about her subway skills, or recalls in tango a fleeting seaside romance. Meticulous charts and Feather’s pinpoint execution nudge these gems beyond novelty, urging later listenings.
[Her CDs] represent the most imaginative, impeccably composed and sung vocal jazz since the breakout of Lambert, Hendricks and Ross in the late 1950s/early 1960s era.