2.8 - Disappointing. On one hand, Gilberto retains some of the dreamy, sunny, breathy elements that I loved when she collaborated with Stan Getz. Mostly though this record is saccharine and sounds like a record that an expensive hairdresser in Bismarck, ND would've played for his poncy middle aged clientele, just to add a hint of "hip" to his shop. Astrud Gilberto has always been “easy listening” but here she’s jumped the shark, eschewing subtlety, favoring a campy “swinging” bop. It’s sad that over the next few decades, an army of American studio hacks took this sound, chopped it up into segments, put those segments on an assembly line, glued the pieces together, packed the sound up and commodified it into a dull facsimile of the original Brazilian samba/tropicalia sound. Now you hear echoes of that sound in parking garages, elevators and bargain warehouse retailers everywhere.