Every once in a while, I yearn for a little Mack the Knife. Seriously, very few songs today communicate the energy and excitement as this little ditty from half a century ago. Moreover, it’s the only song I know about hitmen and killers, so even the lyrics make you want to sing aloud.
One day in the near future they will bring back the big band sound. Of the two versions here, Bobby Darin and Frank Sinatra, which one do you think succeeds more? Personally I enjoy the Sinatra’s extended version more, simply because that brass beat never seems to end . . .