#110
May
Chicago
Chicago 17
3 out of 5
Highlights:
You’re the Inspiration
Prima Donna
Boy, the production on this is fantastic. David Foster really knows how to ride the boards. That said, this is super generic AOR “rock”. If there were no horns…well…they could be The Tubes less interesting cousin. I kid. But Foster is applying his know-how that worked that magic last year on Outside/Inside here but these guys don’t have a sense of humor. They are soooo fucking earnest that they are dullards.
If there ever was a band that Compilation Albums or Playlists were made for, it’s Chicago.
My inner conflict arises when I hear “Along Comes a Woman” with the inane lyric “There is a time when a man needs someone to talk to
Someone to talk to, somebody who'll always be there. All alone, nothing seemed to matter. So alone, doesn't get much better. Can't explain something that you're feeling.”
So, not all the time. The dude is fine MOST of the time but then when he realizes he needs something from a woman…he seeks one out. God, what a self-absorbed asshole. But that song is followed by “You’re the Inspiration” with it’s made for weddings “You're the meaning in my life. You're the inspiration. You bring feeling to my life. You're the inspiration. Wanna have you near me. I wanna have you hear me sayin’. No one needs you more than I need you”
So…I guess he learned something…? But not really because it’s all about his need, not about love. Is Chicago just a really needy bunch of a-holes? Sounds like it to me.
Chicago are all about big BIG feelings in big BIG songs that sound like they are trying to knock the doors off a stadium while taking aim directly at your girlfriend’s heart. In the end, however, Chicago, just wants to buy her some wine and talk. And talk and talk and talk.
In other words, Chicago may or may not suck, but they definitely do not fuck.
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