Showing posts with label Jason Scheff. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Album review: 'Now - Chicago XXXVI'



MANAGEMENT HAS BEEN ABLE TO DIVIDE AND CONTROL THE ORIGINAL MEMBERS, SO THAT [Chicago] FUNCTIONS MERELY AS A MONEY MAKING ENTITY. IT COULD BE SO MUCH MORE. Robert Lamm (Chicago co-founder, keyboardist, vocalist), 2007.

With gazillion’s of hit songs and albums to their name, and one of the most consistently busy touring schedules of any band, Chicago certainly function admirably as the money-making entity Lamm laments in the above quote. As is their right, frankly. But both Lamm and long-term fans of the band have been increasingly frustrated in recent decades with the lack of new output. When it has come, it has usually been in the form of Christmas albums (three to date – even Neil Diamond stopped after two!), while their sole original studio album of recent years, 2006’s tepid Chicago XXX, managed to be almost as disappointing as no new album at all, and many, myself included, had written the band off as a creatively spent force, finding solace only in Lamm’s excellent, but largely ignored, solo output. Until (and it’s impossible to get around the pun, sorry about that…) Now.


Quite simply, this is the sort of album Chicago should have been making on a regular basis since the late 90s. Let’s be clear – they haven’t reinvented the wheel, and if you’re looking for an album that takes them back to the avant-garde/counterculture origins of their first three albums, you won’t find it here, but they have discovered a mature pop sound that befits their veteran status, but is much more satisfying than much of the bland material they were having hits with in the late 80s. A major part of that is the return to prominence of the horn section; if the horns were used at all in the 80s it usually felt like an afterthought, but here the horn arrangements are built into the songs – just like they were in the old days (sorry, was that another pun? Whoops…) and for the first time in what feels like centuries it’s blatantly obvious that they are making music that they want to make, not music to be played on the radio (though plenty of it is still accessible and radio friendly). 

The album is sufficiently varied stylistically to render any attempted catch-all label redundant, but to me, overall it most strongly recalls the poppier material of Chicago VII, which is no bad thing. There are shifts between tempos and moods across the album and even within individual songs, and interesting and inventive arrangements, though without much in the way of instrumental soloing. Each and every song is memorable and contains a strong hook – it’s telling that I’ve had every song playing randomly in my head at some point in the past few weeks, and have had some difficulty in deciding favourites!

To the delight of old-school Chicago fans everywhere, seven of the eleven cuts have Lamm’s name in the writing credits - the highest ratio since Chicago V, though such a comparison is slightly misleading, given that these are all co-writes, some with other band members, and others with regular collaborators from Phil Galdston and America’s Gerry Beckley to John Van Eps and the project’s ‘coordinating producer’ Hank Linderman. It’s hard to fathom that it was actually Lamm who was the most skeptical about adopting Loughnane’s ‘rig’ as their travelling recording studio! Jason Scheff also contributes several excellent tracks, making this a fine return to form for him after the hit and miss affair that was XXX. His bass playing on the album is also superb throughout and is the best I’ve heard from him to date.

The album kicks off with a brilliant one-two punch in the form of Scheff’s title track and Lamm’s exquisite More Will Be Revealed, an excellent example of what Chicago fans who haven’t delved into his solo albums are missing out on! (My review of his last album can be found HERE).



Trumpeter Lee Loughnane criticises the US government in America, a track which has been amusingly misunderstood as overly and embarrassingly patriotic by some commentators. For me it’s the one near-miss of the album. I can’t decide whether the lyrics are a little overworked or underworked (‘If we work together at a steady pace/We will make the land we love a better place’ being it’s clunkiest couplet) but it’s refreshing to have political commentary back in the mix, the horn arrangement would fit on any mid-70s Chicago album and new member Lou Pardini’s vocal is strong, so it almost comes off.

Pardini also shines in his collaboration with Lamm on Watching All the Colors (Ah for the days when, despite being American, Chicago could spell ‘colour’ correctly!) and overall he is just a much better fit for the band than his predecessor Bill Champlin (though it should never be forgotten that Champlin was one of the best things about the band in the 80s, back in the days before he became bored). Pardini isn’t the only ‘new’ member to make his mark here - despite being in the band for two decades this is guitarist Keith Howland’s first real chance to show what he can do on record and he grabs the opportunity with both hands. His co-writing and production on the smooth Nice Girl and Free at Last, which starts low but builds up to a more frenetic pace in the choruses and end section (and is really the only song here that recalls (very) early Chicago, with Howland’s chugging rhythm guitar bringing Terry Kath firmly to mind), are very strong indeed.

Elsewhere Scheff’s Love Lives On finds the band in more familiar ballad territory, but this is one of the finest they’ve recorded – which is saying something - and Scheff’s vocal is sublime, while Lamm’s own political commentary track – a more successful one than America it has to be said – Naked in the Garden of Allah has the most adventurous arrangement of the set, with diverse elements from a programed middle-eastern sound to guest Doobie Brother John McFee on fiddle. The horns make a comparatively brief appearance in this mix, but when they do come in they are again there in full force. This should really have been the album closer, with ‘bonus track’ Another Trippy Day included earlier in the album (probably between America and Crazy Happy), but this is about as big a quibble I have with this release.

The album’s liner notes state that Chicago are ‘already working on their next collection of music’ and if they manage even one or two more albums of this quality (with perhaps just a little more room for them to stretch out and display their instrumental prowess) they will have created a rare late-career comeback of real significance to their legacy. And this time I believe they can do it. But if only they'd be brave enough to play more than one new track per concert...!


Thursday, 7 July 2011

2011 Summer of Gigs #8 – Chicago at the Hammersmith Apollo

Like Toto, Chicago are a band who were once undoubtedly #1 with me (from my eighth birthday, to be precise) but have gradually slipped down the list over the years. Still, the very sight of the famous Coca-Cola-inspired logo that has been their visual trademark for over forty years remains enough to make me break out in a grin, so the news that they’d be playing the same venue as Toto albeit ten days later, was music to my ears (to coin a phrase).


While a band that formed in 1967 can be justifiably proud to still contain four original members within its ranks, in reality having all of them perform together on any given night has been the exception rather than the rule for a good few years now. Keyboardist/vocalist Robert Lamm is almost guaranteed to be there, but getting all three members of the famed horn section is a little like playing a fruit machine – one is easy, two common, but three...unlikely. So it was here with Sax-man Walt Parazaider missing in action (a disappointment for me, while he’s never really been a key figure in Chi-history I’ve always had a huge soft spot for Walt) and ably subbed by Ray Hermann (I’m not generally one to comment on people’s appearances, but his ‘Blonde Elvis’ hairstyle will give me nightmares for months to come I’m sure – thankfully his playing gave me something more pleasant to concentrate on...hahaha, sorry Ray!). Thankfully both Jimmy Pankow and Lee Loughnane were present and correct, and at the top of their game – Loughnane in particular impressed throughout, not just with his trumpeting, which seemed even better than ever before, but also with his ever-present wide, infectious grin, not to mention his lead vocal on Colour My World – I would have liked to hear him take lead on something else as well, although obviously it’s a bit tricky to sing and play trumpet at the same time, and what would Chicago be without that famous horn section at the centre of its sound? (Oh wait, I know this one, an 80s ballad band...)

As the infamous (and belatedly excellent) Chicago at Carnegie Hall demonstrates Lamm was always the most consistent live vocalist within the band, despite – or perhaps because of – being the least showy. Even today, when the band is virtually populated top to bottom with very able vocalists, he has that extra something that makes him stand out – and there’s more to it than just being the only original singer left (more or less anyway).

(Half of) Chicago in action (L-R: Ray Hermann, Lee Loughnane, Tris Imboden, Robert Lamm)


But special mention has to go to Jason Scheff, who handled the lion’s share of the lead vocals, and sounded better than ever. He wasn’t quite perfect – the additional ‘woos!’ on Alive Again were ill-advised and he went into a slightly-odd falsetto during a couple of numbers, but these moments were the exceptions, overall  he delivered ace after ace. As for his bass playing – well, I’ve always known he’s good, but like Loughnane he seems to have reached a new level recently, his playing on Dialogue, to give just one example, was phenomenal. 

A couple of significant (and permanent) changes have occurred since I first/last saw Chicago seven years ago – the lineup has expanded to include percussionist Drew Hester (a full-time role following his deputising on drums for an ill Tris Imboden a year or two back), but more significantly has seen Bill Champlin replaced by Lou Pardini on keyboards and vocals. The way Champlin was let go after 28 years service left a sour taste in the mouth, but that’s not to say I disapprove of the end result – Pardini seems a much more natural fit with this incarnation of the band, and ably took on vocals previously handled by Champlin, Terry Kath and Peter Cetera ably, without sounding – or attempting to sound - like any of them.

This gig was always promoted as a ‘Greatest Hits’ show, so anybody expecting an adventurous setlist would have been a) insane and b) disappointed, but it has to be remembered Chicago did have an absolute shedload of hits, and the vast majority have stood the test of time very well – and they did at least throw the long-term fans a bone or two - with the wonderful early album cut Wake Up Sunshine, for example. The early part of the set concentrated on the more uptempo numbers from their catalogue, beginning with the full Ballet for a Girl in Buchanon suite (In 2004 they played only the ‘singles’, i.e. Make Me Smile and momentum-killer CMW), and including the likes of Alive Again, Old Days and (a surprise to me) Along Comes a Woman. Robert Lamm jokingly introduced If You Leave Me Now as the song that came along and ruined everything for them (It’s funny ‘cause it’s true...), which precipitated a mid-set glut of ballads, broken only by the uptempo latin-funk madness of Mongonucleosis, an instrumental that is strangely likeable despite officially being the most irritating piece of music ever recorded. Needless to say every one of the big ballads went down a storm, with Hard Habit to Break possibly getting the biggest reception of all.

More variety returned after Lamm delivered the band intros – proving again that singing or speaking his voice is amongst the easiest to listen to on the planet – with Beginnings (still, to my mind, the greatest love song ever recorded, and probably the best Chicago song too) and I’m a Man (complete with extended drum/percussion ‘duet’) highest highs of the highlights, before a suitably slow-build-to-rousing finale of Hard to Say I’m Sorry/Get Away/Feeling Stronger Every Day before the traditional high octane encore of Free and 25 Or 6 to 4 finished the night in fine style.



Chicago have been infrequent visitors to the UK, but hopefully the deserved rapturous reception the (not quite full) Hammersmith audience provided will convince them to come back for more soon. Even more hopefully, this lineup – on stage at least as vital as they’ve been in a very long time - will pull finger and make that next great Chicago album (but instead they’re putting out their third Christmas album later this year...ho-hum...). Oh well, you can’t have everything, and when Loughnane stated early on that they’d be playing songs from the beginning right up to ‘where we are now, in the present’ who would have guessed that for Chicago the present is 1984? Mind you, perhaps they’re not the only ones stuck in the mid-80s – clad in my Journey t-shirt, I was approached by a chap before the show who hadn’t realised they were ‘back’ and then basically asked if Steve Perry was with them...I had to laugh and reply that that was like somebody asking us if Peter Cetera was still with Chicago. It was only later that I worried that he’d wandered off wondering what on Earth I was on about...hope he wasn’t too disappointed...I certainly wasn’t. (9/10).