I'm not opposed to albums such as this in pricipal, but I am opposed to this one. The only even slightly "redeeming" quality is the track where McLean talks about the old days. It's kinda jive, but kinda not.
The producer was Mitch Farber, a keyboardist/arranger who was doing some production work for Muse at the time. How the hookup w/McLean came about, I don't know. But it was unfortunate for all concerned.
The irony is that McClean could no doubt have made a burning "street" record at the time, ala the Gary Bartz NTU Troop's work of a few years earlier. But this one ain't street - this one is some sad, overproduced, underinspired, too-slick bullshit.
I'll say this about Monuments - it's proof that making a good pop-jazz record (if you're willing to admit that such a beast is capable of even existing...) ain't as easy as you might think. If anything, it's easier to make a bad one.