Buried Treasure: Chicago - Hot Streets (1978)
Hot Streets
is an album I was completely disappointed with and had no respect for when it
was first released in 1978. I couldn’t believe what happened to my guys! Was it
too much too soon after Terry Kath died or was it that Chicago just didn’t care
anymore? While the album hasn’t changed with the times I have, and I now view
Hot Streets in a completely different light than I did in 1978. While I
will never consider this record high art - and it will never show up on lists of
Chicago's great works - I now view it as a fine pop album.
If there is a problem with Hot Streets it is the songwriting, not the
musicianship. I find the musicianship on this disc to be impeccable throughout
the entire album and it's the reason why I like it. The band's "chops"
elevate mostly ordinary songs.
Both Danny Seraphine on drums and Laudir deOliviera on percussion are superb.
Anyone who enjoys percussion will love these guys here. Newcomer Donnie Dacus,
who replaced Kath, turns in some fine guitar work, especially with his solo on
the title track. Of course I miss Kath, whose lead solos and rhythm guitar
would have added more punch and given the songs a harder edge, but there is
nothing we can do about that. The horns are crackling too!
"Alive Again" and "Hot Streets" are two songs I loved off the album twenty-six
years ago and I still do today. The opener is one of the finest songs Chicago
ever recorded after they made their decision to go mainstream and, in my
opinion, it is trombonist Jim Pankow's last great composition. Robert Lamm's
title track is a perfect throwback to earlier times with it's jazz-rock vibe
and a really fine Walt Parazaider flute solo. "The Greatest Love On Earth" is
an unpretentious ballad. Dacus' "Ain't It Time" is another favorite. The
singing robots at the end of "Show Me The Way" are still troubling, and so are
Peter Cetera's motives and lyrics to "Little Miss Lovin," but in 2011 I find
Hot Streets to be very listenable.
One should note that Hot Streets is also the first album Chicago
recorded with new producer Phil Ramone after the firing of James William
Guercio who guided their career until then. It was also the first not to
feature the famous Chicago logo on the cover. Instead there is an awful
picture of the band prancing around and jumping into each others arms. Ugh!
I agree entirely. Impeccable musicianship, and punchy production listening to the original vinyl now in 2020. In retrospect a fairly strong album given all they went through that year. Lovely brass touches all the way through, tight drumming, vocals, even strong guitar. Hindsight is a wonderful thing. This is still essential Chicago for those who dismiss all albums after Terry.
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