Review of Painted From Memory New Haven Register, 1998-10-02 - Fran Fried "Costello & Bacharach sounded better on paper than on their collaborative disc" By Fran Fried Elvis Costello with Burt Bacharach - "Painted From Memory" (Mercury): Twenty years ago, when Costello was the angry young man from England and Bacharach wasn't far removed from his successes with Dionne Warwick and The Carpenters, the only instance in which you would have pictured a joint album would have been a gag cover in an issue of National Lampoon. But here we are. What started as a one-off collaboration for a film soundtrack ("God Give Me Strength," from "Grace Of My Heart") became a full-on project for Costello, perhaps foremost pop wordsmith of this generation, and Bacharach, one of the best songwriters of a previous generation. The result is far from a joke, but, as with so many recent Costello works, it's mixed. At its best, it delivers on the promise implied on paper by such a pairing. At its worst, it's dull and rambling. Elvis sings; Burt plays piano and conducts the orchestra, augmented by Costello's longtime keyboardist, Steve Nieve. And the album is nothing if not lushly appointed throughout, even at its quietest moments. Clearly, the emotional peak is one about a hugh void, "This House Is Empty Now." The mood is appropriately colored heartache blue, and the word picture is vivid; Costello brings it all home, vocally, by keeping an even keel and avoiding being overdramatic. Strings lend an optimistic tone to and support strong singing on the bittersweet "My Thief" about the end of a relationship. "In the Darkest Place," on which the piano sets the mood, does wonders with an economy of sounds. But the album has its flaws. The main one, not a new one with Elvis, is that on numerous occasions, the words take precedence over the melody, and the hooks seem secondary. Sometimes, it seems like Bacharach-by-numbers, as with the breezy, "Walk On By" trumpet punctuations on "Toledo." Sometimes, the fit isn't quite right; both "Tears at the Birthday Party" and "Such Unlikely Lovers" begin with Bacharach trying awkwardly to match Costello's vocal cadence, then move on to phases in which Elvis' vocals strain to match Bacharach's arrangements, in keys that seem more suited to a Warwick voice. Costello has always had a sense of adventure, one that has taken him from soul, to country, to working with Paul McCartney, to working with a chamber quartet, to this. Unfortunately, his passion isn't always equaled by the output, but here, as always, he gets points for trying.