Panic makes people do the silliest things.
You’re
Um, apparently not. Instead, you panic and put out a disc that sounds like Loverboy Lite. Drastic Measures, indeed; so drastic, in fact, it put the band on hiatus for the next three years. At its best, Drastic Measures is listenable. At its worst, well… there aren’t too many albums that you can claim ended a band’s career, even temporarily.
Once again, Kansas changed producers, this time signing up Neil Kernon, whose resume bears an astonishing resemblance to a late-‘80s showing of MTV’s Headbanger’s Ball (Dokken, Autograph, and the ever-popular Britny Fox). Once again, the production sucks rocks. It’s flat, it’s monotone, it sounds like Kernon shoved the treble knob all the way out and stepped out for a corn dog. Kernon’s ham-handed engineering makes songs like “Fight Fire With Fire” and “Don’t Take Your Love Away” sound like bad power-pop as played on a decrepit roller-rink sound system. Factor in the amazing lyrical subtlety of John Elefante and his brother Dino (“And you know I’ll fight fire with fire / I’m burnin’ inside, and my heart is a-cryin’”) and you’d swear that compared to this, the Tubes’ “She’s A Beauty” is a Shakespearean sonnet. Like Vinyl Confessions, Drastic Measures was remastered in a 1996 version which is very difficult to find.
The only two reasons to listen to Drastic Measures, frankly, are two of the three tracks that Kerry Livgren contributed. “Mainstream” is a viciously funny and astonishingly bitter look at the music business and how
Drastic Measures is only recommended -- and that guardedly -- for the