1) Chic
Cheer; 2) Le Freak; 3) Savoir Faire; 4) Happy Man; 5) I Want Your Love; 6) At Last I Am Free;
7) Sometimes You Win; 8) (Funny) Bone.
General verdict: Some of disco's
most immortal moments here, along with some evidence that disco sucks, too.
If you conduct a bit of investigation regarding
the origins of ʽLe Freakʼ, you might actually be surprised to find out that the
song was conceived as ironic — inspired by a silly turn of events when Nile and
Bernard were refused admittance to Studio 54 because of miscommunication, the
original chorus was not really "freak out!", but something quite
similar phonetically and quite dissimilar semantically. For the non-inquisitive
mind, though, the song will be anything but sarcastic: merely the anthem of fun-lovin' 1978-79, completely
unburdened by white man's disco sentimentality à la Bee Gees and simply celebrating body language for all it's
worth — with just a tiny bit of that «Frenchiness» thrown in for the sake of
The Exquisite.
As in all such cases, ʽLe Freakʼ may be the
band's biggest hit, but it never really shows the band at its absolute best. Most
of the time, Rodgers is chained to a relatively simple (and not terribly
original) funk riff; nor does Bernard ever get to tread all over that bass as
he did on ʽEverybody Danceʼ; nor do the lady singers demonstrate any
particularly mind-blowing vocal gymnastics. But there is clearly something
about that chorus that commands your attention like nothing before, turning the
song into a collective let's-go-crazy ritual a good two or three years before
Prince learned to make such things on a regular basis. In its own way, it is
just as defiant and rebellious as any classic punk rocker — and, after all,
weren't punk and disco merely the flip sides of the same coin anyway?
Musically, though, much more interesting is the
second single, where it makes sense to overlook the repetitive chorus (ʽI Want
Your Loveʼ) and concentrate on the complex interplay between strings, horns,
and Nile's guitar — the mid-section of the song sounds as if they'd invited ELO
to guest on it, and, in fact, I wouldn't be at all surprised to learn that Jeff
Lynne's move into dance-pop territory circa 1979 might be at least partially inspired
by this track. However, dance-pop ballads of unrequited love were common at the
time, whereas sexy, snappy, provocative anthems heralding the future were much
less so — hence ʽLe Freakʼs big win at #1, while ʽI Want Your Loveʼ and all its
tricky musical shenanigans only got to #7.
In between the two biggies, C'Est Chic has the usual mix of slow
ballads and fast dance tracks, most of them conventional in basic terms, but
uplifted and isolated from the pack by the playing talents of Nile and Bernard.
Thus, ʽSavoir Faireʼ essentially sounds as a basis for a generic, sappy love confession
— except that the boys leave it completely without vocals, instead of which
Nile contributes five minutes of fluent jazzy / bluesy soloing, alternating
soulfully sustained licks with fairly dazzling speed runs: the single longest
and most complex demonstration of his guitar-playing skills so far. ʽSometimes
You Winʼ only lacks a very slightly
higher vocal pitch to be undistinguishable from a Bee Gees number, but there's
a tight little trill that Nile plays against the "it don't mean
nothing" part of the chorus that you will never see on a Bee Gees record —
nothing like hard, hard funkiness to redeem and justify the sentimentality.
On the downside, ʽChic Cheerʼ should also have
been an instrumental — its narcissistic chants far outdo the norm where ʽLe
Freakʼ did it just right; Bernie kills it on the bass all right, but the
endless "chic, chic" very quickly run the spectrum from cute to silly
to annoying to unbearable. And while there are certainly much worse ballads
than ʽAt Last I Am Freeʼ, I do not understand why this one had to be stretched
out for seven minutes — the endlessly looped slow chorus does not evolve at
all, and is not devastating enough in its own rights to warrant so much
repetition. In other words, C'Est Chic
suffers from the usual banes of dance-pop — regardless of whether your idea is
good or bad in itself, it never hurts (or does it?) to replay it for as long as
the listeners' legs can carry them. Personally, I'd prefer 12 tracks to 8
instead, but laws are laws.
In a minor quibble, the album also suffers from
the loss of Norma Jean Wright, whose distinctive vocal talents on Chic ultimately led her to quit the
band and start up her own solo career — she was replaced by Alfa Anderson, who
had a much lower range and kinda just blended in with the band: perhaps Norma
could have saved ʽAt Last I Am Freeʼ, but this lady simply did not have the
same sex appeal and tension in her voice. Not that it's that much of a problem: everybody comes to Chic for the Rodgers /
Edwards package rather than the sexy ladies — but hey, if you gonna do ballads,
better to come fully equipped than risk not getting it up, right? (For that
matter, Edwards takes lead vocals on two tracks here himself, but he, too, is
clearly a better player than singer.) All of this means that, when seen in
retrospect, C'Est Chic is not
necessarily an advance over the self-titled debut — it simply had huger hits.
But the time was still right, and the vibes still rang true. "Big fun to
be had by everyone" indeed.
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