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Dusty Springfield

Artist:     Dusty Springfield

Album:     Faithful

Label:     Real Gone

Release Date:     04/28/2015

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The story about Faithful—Springfield’s planned 1971 album ultimately shelved by Atlantic and never released in its entirety until nowis told by her eyes on the front sleeve. She’s inviting you upstairs for a tipple and a tumble, but her eyes reveal the missed opportunities and personal chaos of two women: Springfield and her real self?/alter ego? Mary O’Brien.

It’s hardly heretical to say that Springfield’s heart always burned for American soul. Her Atlantic Records trilogy begins in ’69 with the global masterpiece Dusty in Memphis, produced by Jerry Wexler, Tom Dowd and Arif Mardin. A Brand New Me, 1970’s bitterly overlooked Gamble and Huff affair, wraps her in the stirring orchestral sweeps of early Philly R&B, only to have very few listen, and for Gamble and Springfield to demonstrably second guess Atlantic’s handling of the album.

With Faithful, Real Gone collects the thirteen masters (several appearing as bonus tracks on contemporary deluxe editions), and produces another cracked, near-masterpiece. Even with insistent over-production by Jeff Barry (“Be My Baby,” “Then He Kissed Me,” “Leader of the Pack,” Ellie Greenwich, Phil Spector) and Springfield’s second guessing every note and nuance, tracks like “I’ll Be Faithful,” “Live Here With You,” “All The King’s Horses,” “Haunted,” “Natchez Trace” and “I Found My Way Through The Darkness” leave that indelible and enduring Springfield imprint: that voice that follows you down the ages.

—Mike Jurkovic

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2 Comments on Dusty Springfield

  1. How misogynistic of Mr. Jurkovic to reduce Dusty Springfield’s music legacy and integrity down to his pathetic sexual fantasy: “The story about Faithful…is told by her eyes on the front sleeve. She’s inviting you upstairs for a tipple and a tumble…” It’s incredibly offensive, and I’m disappointed that Elmore’s editors allowed this sexist drivel to be published in its pages – pages that are (no kidding) actually read by some women!

  2. what dick wrote this? Just pathetic excuse of a literate article. To reduce the greatest singer of the 20th century to his childish mewing.