Admittedly, grey hair trumps glitter, but in the presence of the 66-year-old Rodgers and his precious Hitmaker guitar, age seems irrelevant
It was in London in the mid-Seventies that struggling R’n’B musician Nile Rodgers saw a group play who would change the course of his life. It was glam-era Roxy Music. Rodgers took one look at their studied sophistication and saw the concept for his next project: cool, stylish… Chic. He rang his musical partner, bassist Bernard Edwards, and said he’d got it. Disco was already taking off in the New York clubs, but The Chic Organization would be unique. Four decades on, in a packed O2 Arena, where the crowd stand up and dance from the start, it’s clear that he was right.
Admittedly, grey hair trumps glitter, but in the presence of the 66-year-old Rodgers and his precious Hitmaker guitar, age seems irrelevant. There are all ages here, all getting down, as Rodgers plays the most crowd-pleasing set imaginable – hit after hit after hit, opening with “Everybody Dance” and closing with “Good Times”.
Of course, the problem with being too crowd-pleasing when you have a back catalogue as deep as Rodgers’ is that it leaves little room for rediscovery. Drawing on tracks that he has written for, or co-written with others, means that a greatest hits set almost chooses itself. Time has revealed the lesser Sister Sledge album track “Pretty Baby”, for instance, with its insistent funk twang, to be a stone-cold disco classic, but there’s little chance of it getting an airing when Rodgers has to get through “Let’s Dance”, “Like a Virgin” and “Notorious” (written with some “dudes from Birmingham… Duran Duran!”).
In fact, there are so many hits in the set that some are chopped and stacked into a medley that takes in Diana Ross’s “I’m Coming Out” and “Upside Down”, plus Sister Sledge’s “He’s the Greatest Dancer” and “We Are Family”.
Sometimes this seems antithetical to the “Chic technique”: set up a groove, hold it, go to the chorus before the verse, go back to the groove, and hold it in a place where heartbreak and hedonism melt into one. That’s why, oddly, it is some of the minor Chic dancefloor fillers that really hit the spot here, such as “My Feet Keep Dancing” and “Chic Cheer”, when you could feel Rodgers and his brilliant band climb inside the groove, sit in tight and move it around. The early Chic material more than holds its own against the big pop numbers that sold so many units in the Eighties. Nile’s still got the funk, and when you hear the sound of the strings of that famous chop-guitar, you can feel it. Edwards, of course, died in his hotel room after a Chic show in Japan back in 1996. He’s irreplaceable, and his partner pays tribute to him more than once in this set.