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Guilty pleasure

Feelin' Stronger Every Day— Chicago

Chicago was as doomed from the point of conception as poor Tristram Shandy, what with all that incessant cocking about with Got to Get You Into My Life horns. I mean, sweet muted Jesus, of all the Beatles tangents on which to base a career...

But this one crackles with so much winter-into-spring, got-to-tape-it-off-the-radio energy, that for 4:14 you forgive the soulless bastards.

Especially that part where the tempo shifts and gets all metronomic and in your face.

Nyah-nyah-nyah...