I was only a wee lad in 1978 when Chic’s “Le Freak” was a hit. I was developing my own taste in music but still mostly listened to whatever came out of my little brown transistor radio. I didn’t know what freak out meant, or anything about Nile Rodgers or funk music so I was intrigued when this came up as my album yesterday.

I honestly haven’t been as disappointed in anything I have been assigned more than this album. Aside from Le Freak, there really isn’t anything interesting here, and even that is ruined because the first song which precedes it is pretty much them singing C’est Chic over and over again so by the time I got to the second song I was already tired of hearing those words.

The rest of the album is more of the repetitive lyrics and melodies almost to the point of it being either laughable or rage inducing. The R&B stuff is uninspired and it also seems to go on forever.

The sweeping funk guitar is executed perfectly but even that got tiresome.

I expected so much more from this album.

My choice for feature is “At Last I Am Free” not because it was something I liked so much as it describes the feeling I had when the song finally ended. The last few minutes of the song display the repetition I mentioned earlier and even just listening to a few seconds to verify I had the right song I felt my blood pressure rise. Listen at your own risk.