It is always a pleasant surprise when a CD bears a sticker telling of guest artists featured within and you ultimately realize the band sticker is underselling the talent and potential of the band. Sure, the appearance of the Psychedelic Fur’s guitarist, John Ashton, and their saxophone player, Mars Williams, tempting the uneducated Furs fan can’t hurt. All you really need to know is that Le Concorde write intelligent pop songs that recall the late 80s and early 90s when Stephen Duffy’s Lilac Time were less interested in alt-country and more in line with the musing of Aztec Camera or the strumming of the Lightning Seeds. Now if we could only get a full album out of them, I might be persuaded to crown them as the kings of Chicago.
This review originally appeared in Glitter Gutter Trash, August 2004, Issue 188.