
Truth be told, there's not much variation between any of the versions of 'Hernando's Hideaway' that I've heard (and I ran through a few more online before starting this). Being a show tune, it's fairly set in stone and that stone is a tale of a hush hush drinking hole where the cool people go set to a fruity tango rytythm. This Latin vibe is permeates throughout with cries of 'Ole!' and a click track of clattering castanets to light the mock drama of secret knocks and match flares. "All you see are silhouettes, and all you hear are castanets and no one cares how late it gets" - 'Hernando's Hideaway' is the kind of bar I'd love to frequent but probably wouldn't get past the bouncer on the door. And to that end, 'Hernando's Hideaway' is a kissing cousin to 'Mambo Italiano' - fun escapism with a wry sense of humour and ultimately too short a ride to irritate.
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