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PAUL McCARTNEY

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General Rating: 4

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Introduction

Paul's musical output has surpassed his Beatles legacy in the terms of quantity, but not of quality... wait, that's the rub. There is a myth in among the world's population, and that myth is as follows: Paul was great as a Beatle, but his solo stuff sucks. This myth seems to be shared by everybody, starting with people who hate the Beatles and ending with 'serious' critics who waste half of their lives trying to convince their readers that Paul's solo work lacks 'substance' and is pretty lightweight as compared to his days in the Beatles.
The myth is, of course, easy to accept. First, many people simply do not want to waste their time hunting for Paul's albums. They are happy enough with their Beatles collection and prefer to ignore McCartney's solo material because they don't have the will, the cash, the time or the guts to assemble a second collection. To justify this, they readily accept the myth. Second, 'solo' artists in general aren't really that respected in this world of ours, especially if they come from formerly successful and highly praised bands: a misconception, but so it is. Third, there are ageist problems: some people dismiss everything a certain rock artist has written after thirty simply because, well, simply because he's thirty years old. Fourth, many people are only acquainted with some of his sappier stuff that regularly comes on the radio - like 'My Love' or 'Silly Love Songs' - and, quite naturally, make the assumption that he's 'too sappy'. Bah.
It is, however, obvious, that once one really considers the strong and weak sides of the myth, it can't help but be shattered to pieces. Of course, Paul's solo work can't help being inferior to the Beatles' material, but for one reason and one reason only: solo Paul has no John, George, or Ringo to contribute their material as well. This way, the principle of 'selection' doesn't really work: while in the Sixties only the best contributions of the band were accepted onto the albums - compositions that all, or most band members, were in agreement about - in the Seventies and later on Paul had no-one to control him (unless, of course, you want to count Linda or Denny Laine, but I wouldn't do that if I were you).
On the other hand, if you take any amount of later-day Beatles albums - Abbey Road, The Beatles, whatever - and select all the McCartney tracks, I don't really see how this stuff could be significantly better than any selected amount of Paul's best solo period (sometime in between 1970-79). Throughout the Seventies, Paul had been working on exactly the same formula, if his output can really be called 'formulaic': it's so diverse, varied and often experimental that it mostly defies classification. I'm perfectly aware that there are people who even despise Macca's work with the Beatles, especially 'lightweight' stuff like 'Maxwell's Silver Hammer' or 'Honey Pie' or 'Martha My Dear'; however, any person who enjoys these songs, but closes his eyes on Paul's solo albums like Ram or Band On The Run, is either deeply strange or simply let himself get too deeply engulfed in the myth I have described above.
The first period of Paul's solo career, in fact, made him succeed where his colleagues could not: after the euphoria caused by Lennon's Plastic Ono Band and Harrison's All Things Must Pass had died down, Paul suddenly found himself the only Beatle who could still enjoy an almost unlimited commercial success, with albums going platinum and constant Top Ten singles and stuff. The critics initially hated his output - they were still convinced he was to blame for ruining the Beatles - but the public didn't give a damn, and its tastes in the early Seventies were civilized enough to recognize that Paul's talent wasn't yet starting to wane. After Band On The Run, though, Paul got the long-awaited critical acclaim at last and spent the next two or three years basking in the glow of his newly-found fame: believe it or not, he was almost as big as Led Zeppelin, and weren't Led Zep the Beatles of the Seventies (commercial-wise, that is)?
Paul's Seventies output is extremely interesting: always diverse, always melodic, rarely banal, and, of course, plenty of various moods and hooks. If you're new to Paul, do not make the mistake of dismissing him as 'too sappy' or 'too sentimental'. True, his work has never been as pure-hearted and sincere as John's moving, autobiographical compositions; and if you're looking forward to finding something about the meaning of life, go away. Paul's work is primarily destined for entertainment - sometimes funny, sometimes silly, sometimes slightly sad, without any deep sense to it. But who needs deep sense when you have these flawless melodies and albums stuffed to the brim with inventive, impeccable musical ideas? And, while balladry does play a significant part in Paul's career, it's usually compensated with multiple forays into other genres: country, blues, boogie-woogie, pop rock, bluegrass, even heavy metal on occasion. If you're still in doubt, pick up some of his more rockin' stuff like Venus And Mars or Back To The Egg and see for yourself.
Of course, Paul started fizzling out in the Eighties - but hey, who hasn't? I can hardly think of a dinosaur whose Eighties' output would live up to the regular standard... He started fiddling around with electronica and dance music, starred in an unsuccessful movie, made all kinds of stupidities before finally emerging from his mid-life crisis and starting a comeback in the late Eighties with Flowers In The Dirt. Unfortunately, the late Nineties finally seem to have squeezed the last drops of talent out of him, and the recent death of Linda McCartney has been hard on him, too. But that doesn't mean you have to judge him by his current washed-upness: take a general look, woncha? No Beatles' collection is complete without at least a good handful of Paul's Seventies' albums, and hey! George Starostin's website is just what you need - come, take a look and let me guide you through Macca's sea of long players! (Don't take it too seriously, though).
For the record: Paul's entire catalogue has been recently re-issued. You might have seen these reissues - the little discs with white album covers and the original sleeve in absolutely diminutive form so that you have to use a magnifying glass or something. The good thing is that most of them include (sometimes) cool bonus tracks. This doesn't liberate you from the necessity to buy Wings Greatest if you're a completist, but at least it can save you some time looking for the more obscure songs.

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McCARTNEY

Year Of Release: 1970
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 12

A half-finished effort, but with flashes of brilliancy every now and then.
Best song: MAYBE I'M AMAZED

OK, so, regardless of what I've told you earlier about McCartney's immaculate style of production, this is one truly sloppy record. Paul rushed off into the studio somewhere in the spring of 1970 to quickly assemble a record so that it would come out before Ringo's Sentimental Journey and all the people would see that it's him taking major decisions among the Beatles. See what a a heck of a mess the band was in - Paul didn't even have time to assemble any musicians and had to play all the instruments himself, thus effectively proving himself to be a Witted Multi-Instrumentalist.
The result is sadly predictable: a lot of songs here aren't really songs but rather short instrumental links ('Lovely Linda', 'Valentine Day'), and the number of purely instrumental compositions significantly exceeds the average on a later McCartney solo record. But Paul is Paul, and his amazing, at that time perhaps the best in the world sense of melody works so effectively that most of these links and instrumentals can only be treated as small overlooked gems. To paraphrase one reverend Zappa critic, 'Valentine Day' alone packs more personality than an entire Traffic album. It's actually one and a half minutes of spooky weirdness that's great fun - the ominous guitar riff, the short oozing bits of lead guitar playing, the unusually dreary atmosphere for such a cute title, all of these things are just so groovy... Likewise with the fourty seconds of 'Lovely Linda', perhaps the best love anthem ever produced by any single Beatle to his lifemate, bar 'Something', of course.
And how come nobody ever recognizes 'Hot As Sun/Glasses' for the dang melodic classic it is? That main guitar melody it's based on is an allegory of life itself! So upbeat, so jangly, so catchy, so heartfelt and warm, and with an experimental second part that is, sure enough, played on glasses. Okay, deliver me of the second part, but it's still so short it doesn't matter. 'Momma Miss America'? Again, some pretty spooky music here - sounds like a lively barroom piano ditty in a minor key, atmospheric and at the same time substantial - hell, even danceable, although I'd probably be afraid to dance to it by myself... In fact, the only truly failed experiment on here is the last track, the somewhat lame drum instrumental 'Kreen - Akrore'. It does feature a few guitar lines that could have been put to better use on a better track, but for the most part it's just Paul fooling around with his drums, probably to prove to everybody he could really play them. Well, he can, but he ain't no Ginger Baker, and me not impressed. So just shut your player right before track 13 so as not to spoil a really perfect listen.
A couple other tracks are 'grooves' - apparently, unfinished 'musical themes' with bits of lyrics strapped on and hastily arranged so as to fit onto the record. But who but Paul McCartney would be able to build up an entire lengthy song on one verse ('That Would Be Something') and manage to get away with it? Count it as Paul's solo alternative to 'Why Don't We Do It In The Road', if you wish, only softer and a little bit more inventive, with 'lip-drum solos' attached as a special bonus. 'Teddy Boy', originally conceived as a potential Beatles song (you can meet an early take on Anthology III), is a funny folk ditty with grotesque A. A. Milne-style lyrics that could have grown into something bigger but eventually didn't; I'm not a particular fan of the song but I still can't see why some people hate the song with a strange anti-nazi-type passion.
These are all 'embryonic ideas', though - and the few songs that should be treated as 'finished product' all belong to the highest category. Well, after all, how couldn't they? The man was on a roll after Abbey Road; it's only natural that these songs be at least as powerful as his contributions for that Beatles album. Sure enough, they are. 'Maybe I'm Amazed' is the best known song from here, with a gorgeous, absolutely heavenly piano melody and soaring guitar solos. In the hands of the Beatles it would have undoubtedly grown to the status of yet another World Anthem of the likes of 'Hey Jude' or 'Let It Be'; here it sounds a bit too strained and repetitive (after all, it would have been nicer to come up with a few more verses and diversify the instrumental passages a bit), but still manages to be a major classic in the solo McCartney canon, and rightly so.
But if 'Maybe I'm Amazed' is the only song from this album you're acquainted with, I can but envy you the minutes of pleasure of discovering the other highlights. 'Junk' is beautiful beyond words - I like to think of it as something of an 'Eleanor Rigby' with 'lonely junk' replacing 'lonely people', i.e. with pity for unanimate objects replacing pity for animate ones. Its instrumental reprise near the end of the album doesn't worry me a single bit; on the contrary, I can't get enough of that soft, plaintive, heartbreaking melody. 'Every Night' is a very pretty pop rocker with lovely vocal harmonies, 'lightweight' as it may seem to Beatle fans. I could care less, because the melody makes me tip my hat and that's that. And I can hardly resist the jolly pop shuffle 'Man We Was Lonely', with Linda on the choruses, not to mention the only true rocker on the record, 'Oo You', where Paul even throws in some distortion to keep the 'arder type of fan happy.
As you can see, apart from 'Kreen - Akrore' I basically like or love every single track on here. So the only reason I'm giving this an eight (I used to give it a seven, but I got over that) is that even the more or less wholesome songs don't always have that 'polished' look McCartney is famous for, and end up reducing the record to a pleasant lightweight homey listen. I mean, these songs never conceal anything - you pretty much get everything on first listen and that's that. Well, what can a poor boy do if he's all alone in the studio and has got an impatient Ringo Starr on his neck?
By the way, that Sentimental Journey is a horrid album. Go figure...

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RAM

Year Of Release: 1971
Record rating = 10
Overall rating = 14

Moving, charming and musically superb. Most of the songs are prime Beatles-quality.
Best song: hard to determine, they're all great.

Second time 'round, and lo! what a wonderful effort. This time around Paul has got a professional drummer (Denny Seiwell) and his wife (Linda McCartney, if you're not informed) to help him with the playing, so there are no significant problems with songs being underarranged or something. Actually, just for fun, the album is credited to 'Paul & Linda McCartney' - evil tongues say that Paul only did this to earn more money from the record company, and they were even sued by some record company executives or managers who wanted Linda to prove her composing skills, heh, heh... in any case, she probably did prove something, because the family won the lawsuit. Oh well.
Some songs on here do feel a little bit thin when it comes to full-fledged arrangements, but it's certainly less of a throwaway than before: thin or thick, all of the songs are finished products. Hey, what's that I said? This is a great album! All the songs display a great songwriting talent - a talent equal to that of one of the Beatles, indeed! How could this guy write just as well as Paul McCartney of Beatles' fame? Oh, see, lots of people usually forget that this is Paul McCartney of Beatles' fame. They usually treat him as a separate Paul McCartney, and that's where the problem lies.
Anyway, there are lots of fantastic musical ideas displayed all through this record. Ram is, in fact, the ideal place to start with Paul if you're looking for something relatively calm, stripped down and cozy: whereas later on Paul would incorporate a lot of bombast into his work, especially in the mid-Seventies when he was successfully posturing as a glammy stadium-rocker, on Ram he simply plays the part of a humble little farmer - just look at him handling the ram on the front cover! (Which, was, by the way, later parodied by John on the back cover of Imagine, where he was holding a fat pig by the ears). If there is a theme underlying the album, it's the theme of 'quiet silly little fun': Paul sings about the advantages of living in the country, the fussiness of big city life, the pure delights of family life and the innocent pleasures of teenage days. All of this is, of course, drenched in his usual 'nonsensic' approach and heavily spiced with moments of sheer delirium, but that doesn't make the album any less entertaining - on the contrary, I adore this delirium. And isn't delirium the highest form of art, by the way?
Let's run around, then. First of all, for those who doubted it, Paul shows us that he can still pull off a mean funny rocker: the groovy 'Smile Away' with its famous line 'well I can smell your feet a mile away - smile away!' is just the thing for you, based on a gruff, dirty, smelly (yeah) little riff and graced by stingy, exciting guitar solos, plus the doo-wop harmonies borrowed from another age. From another age also comes the wonderful Beach Boys-like retro harmony number 'The Back Seat Of My Car', a perfect ode for all the little dudes and doves. From the recently passed age we have the terrific psychedelic brain-muddler 'Monkberry Moon Delight' - the song would have easily fit on Magical Mystery Tour, if only for the fact that not a single line in the verses ever makes sense. But who wants sense when one gets a magnificent vocal melody instead, not to mention the guy almost throwing a fit as he keeps repeating the title of the song over and over in some mantraic trance - almost like Harrison repeating 'Hare Krishna' in 'My Sweet Lord'? Isn't that absolutely, totally hilarious?
Practically everything on here rules, yes, even including the Twenties-inspired comic number 'Three Legs' (lots of critics thought it was about the lame fate of the band, but that's at least arguable). No matter that these songs sound so 'home-made': it only makes them closer to you. Where does he get those brilliant melodies? Like, for example, the slightly sad, but bouncy acoustic riff of the title track? Or the sharp, mercilessly pounding piano chords of 'Dear Boy'? Or the jolly Mellotron (don't tell me it's a real trumpet) cookie in 'Admiral Halsey'? Or the catchy happy lines of 'Eat At Home'? Did he really think of all of them himself?
The two songs, however, that come close to being the greatest on this album are the two side-openers. 'Too Many People' has some great lyrics, an unforgettable hook in each verse, and one of the best codas to a Paul song: if you haven't heard that frantic guitar solo at the end, or the way it suddenly transforms itself into a lot of overdubbed 'stinging' acoustic guitars, you don't know nothing about Paul at all. And 'Heart Of The Country' may be silly and lightweight, but I deem it a logical successor of 'Mother Nature's Son', only in a more funny context. I don't give a damn about what that song really meant for Paul (about finally settling down and solving his old-time problems, probably), but it sure means a lot for me, and don't you dare write it off as stupid pop crap! It's an epochal song. And don't forget the wonderful pop suite of 'Long Haired Lady' which sounds like one of the most gentle and mysterious love ballads I've ever heard. Sounds very Brit-flavoured, too. Who's that long-haired lady? Is it Linda McCartney or the Queen of May?
So, you probably already understood that this is my favourite McCartney album. Indeed, I prefer it even to such a highly-acclaimed album as Band On The Run, just because it's so home-made and fresh and delicious, and also because lots of these cool tunes could have easily made their way onto The Beatles or Abbey Road or anywhere like that. And let me tell you this: I totally and absolutely despise even the slightest effort to dismiss the album as 'lightweight' or 'charming, but disposable', or anything like that. It's absolute hogwash that 'music should make sense'. Music should impress; and this music is so well-written, memorable and catchy that it can't but impress. And in any case, I don't really see how Ram can be more 'lightweight' than, say, A Hard Day's Night. Personally, I would take these funny little Edward Lear-like lyrics over the Beatles' early love cliches any day of my life. And the melodies rule. They rule. This is unquestionably the best pop album of 1971 and one of the best pop albums of the entire decade. A true classic.

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WILD LIFE

Year Of Release: 1971
Record rating = 7
Overall rating = 11

The first Wings album, but it still sounds more like a McCartney solo...
Best song: SOME PEOPLE NEVER KNOW

Said to be the first and worst Wings' album, but I must vehemently disagree... Oops, on second thought, though, I must rather agree. One cannot disagree with the obvious fact that this was the first Wings' album: and if you dunno, Wings originally consisted of Paul, Linda, Denny Laine (ex-MoodyBluesman who was supposed to be too bluesy for the Moody Blues, but as a Wingsman he seemed to be just all right) and Denny Seiwell (the Ram drummer), although the only members that should interest you are Linda and Laine.
Oh, and that McCartney dude, of course. The funny thing is, he also contributed a couple of songs. From time to time.
Nah, just pulling your leg for a bit. Actually, this album is still pure solo McCartney, it doesn't sound like being put together by different members of a band. And here it comes to the second part of the critics' statement. Well, it might have been the worst Wings' album, but by no means does it mean 'bad'. A radical problem is that it is horrendously underdeveloped, but not in the way that his debut album was underdeveloped. What I want to say is that it was obviously a very quick and rash toss-off: the band didn't have enough songs, enough melodies, enough creative ideas, enough anything. Hence the scarce number of the songs - there's but eight compositions, not counting the short reprises christened 'links', out of which only two or three, most importantly, 'Some People Never Know' and 'I Am Your Singer', are more or less polished to perfection. And the songs are all deadly long, which, paired with their repetitiveness and lyrical shallowness, can prove a deadly blow to the listener.
Still, honour must be given to Paul: by anybody else's accounts, this would be an unbearable experience, yet Mr McCartney is able to make it work - if only by the sheer power of the unbeatable melody-making machine that this gentleman's mind once used to contain. Yes, the songs are few, overlong and repetitive, but most of this stuff is as catchy and well-written (okay... "well-designed", if one takes into account the album's 'unfinished' nature) as almost anything in the McCartney catalog. As a result, I don't give a damn: throwing away the biases, I enjoy it practically from top to bottom, even if it is far more lightweight than Ram, and what can be more lightweight than Ram? Still, as you might have guessed, I don't take 'lightweight' for a rude word. Here, 'lightweight' rather means something like 'funny'.
Indeed, a couple of numbers are just funny grooves: on 'Mumbo', for instance, Paul seems to be pulling a Lennon by imitating his Primal Scream. However, it is obvious he never tried visiting Janov: it ends up sounding like a horrid mess, and, indeed, this is the only track on the whole album I like to skip while listening to it. Still, for the first few listens it's a good laugh - especially when you try to decipher Paul's crazy patter. Then the novelty factor wears off and boredom sets in, but not disgust - just boredom. On the other hand, 'Bip Bop' is one groove that works: it's just a silly bit of nonsense poetry set to a weird country rhythm, and it chunks along nicely like anything from his debut record (isn't it an outtake?) It would be easy to regard it as a piece of stupid rootsy nonsense, but since it's so firmly tongue in-cheek, I'll disregard that possibility. Oh, the hours of air guitar playing to that rhythm... well, we all have our guilty pleasures.
Also, lack of material at that stage seems obvious, cause they cover Buddy Holly's 'Love Is Strange' (in a good way, too - and they go on with the instrumental part in the intro for so long that you think it's going to be an instrumental and then the vocals jump out at you all of a sudden. Cool!) Moreover, writing the other songs apparently cost Paul little effort, and that's probably why people treat it with such a scepticism. But the title track is quite enjoyable. Just forget the dumb animals' rights lyrics and concentrate on the melody... er... well, okay, I confess, I would be hard pressed to find a melody on that one, but there's something about the moody atmosphere and Paul's hysterical vocal delivery that touches me. Reason? Still has to think of it. Paul's minimalistic, piano-based response to John's critique, 'Dear Friend', is very touching - that's one underproduced song that's meant to be minimalistic, like 'Imagine', only with a bitter, slightly ironic edge. Yet in its own way it hits harder than 'How Do You Sleep' with its subtlety and deep understatement.
And then there's the album's masterpiece - the multipart ballad 'Some People Never Know', which has to qualify as one of his best sentimental bits of balladeering, with its harmonies again reminiscent of the Beach Boys. Catchy, shiny, resplendent in all of its multifacet beauty... pretty as a picture, in other words.
So one last word, specially to people who haven't bought Wild Life because the critics said it stank: it stinks about as much as you. So if you stink, don't buy it. But if you don't, go ahead. Everything stinks in its own way, the problem is when the stinkiness gets out of control.
The bonus tracks on the re-release include a couple of 1972 singles, all of them quite conventional: 'Give Ireland Back To The Irish' is a, strange enough, happy pop number about you-know-what (was Paul really hoping the Queen would happily dance along to this song?), while 'Mary Had A Little Lamb' is yet another happy pop number about you-know-what (released deliberately in contrast to the politicized 'Ireland').

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RED ROSE SPEEDWAY

Year Of Release: 1973
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 12

Gettin' serious and playful at the same time. Complex, too. Melodical, too. As hell.
Best song: LITTLE LAMB DRAGONFLY

So! Where are those funny grooves and 'lightweight' compositions? Gone they are! Paul is stepping onto more inventive, more creative and experimental territory. Wild Life was not as bad as they picture it, but it was still just an experiment and a first try - a shy treading of water with raw, unfinished material. The real story of Wings and Paul's creative re-creation begins here. This is yet another pop album, but it's not just pure pop. Having cast a questioning eye into the modern trends and fashions, Paul evidently perceived that the most hip thing there was to do was to reinvent himself as a... prog rocker! Yeah, I'm not afraid of that word, dammit - prog rock is certainly one of his main inspirations on this album. Sure, neither Paul nor his Flippers... er, sorry, Wings had the necessary musicianship strength to pull off a genuine prog rock album, and, of course, Paul never intended to make a prog rock album in the straightforward sense of the word. But what the hell - can't you hear prog rock influences in such bizarre tracks as the instrumental 'Loup (1st Indian On The Moon)' with its howling rhythm and creepy keyboard and bass breaks? Or in the brilliant, totally idiosyncratic and unforgettable acoustic suite 'Little Lamb Dragonfly'? There's some serious overcomplication for you, like "progressive ideas seen from the point of view of a veteran popster". Which is, of course, the best way to do progressive. Mind you, I'm not saying that this album is progressive - I just see some influences, that's all. Not to mention that one of Paul's favourite bands at the time was Jethro Tull...
Anyway, don't go mistaking 'Little Lamb Dragonfly' for pure sweet pop - go and listen to the lyrics and tell me if they are pure pop or not. As is obvious, this is my favourite track on the whole album and rightly so; a breathtaking, proverbially beautiful acoustic suite that holds up pretty well against anything on Abbey Road. Hell, when these tear-inducing, stately la-la-las strike in on the border between the two main sections, I have no problem in seeing the good old Beatles majesty right before my eyes and ears. It's here, goddammit, it's here and now.
Don't know whether you'll agree or not, but I'd say that the almost-not-less-gorgeous closing medley also borrows a lot from prog-rock and not from other sources, like, for example, the most obvious - the final suite on Abbey Road. Not that I can prove it (this time even the lyrics are hardly prog), but I somehow feel it. Anyway, what was Paul really listening to these days? The heyday of prog? Oh, never mind. Never mind my theoretical dabblings. Just take a listen yourself. In any case, all the four parts of the medley rule mercilessly - I don't mind if everybody baffles them for being dumb, lightweight, repetitive, slow, boring, etc. What I hear are four delightful slices of pop melody - sure, the endless 'hold me tight, hold me tight' chanting on the 'Hold Me Tight' section (not the old Beatles song - this one's better) might have been trimmed a little, but I'm probably the only person in the world to go nuts over the 'baby I love you so, be I love you so, be I love you so' climactic ending of 'Power Cut'. Well, I don't mind; I'm here to promote great melody and that's exactly what I'm trying to do. Although, on second thought, these parts of the medley probably wouldn't have made it as individual numbers: as in the case with Abbey Road, the decision to incorporate them within one large song melded the "lightweight greatness" of the parts into one large, mastodontic greatness of the whole suite.
Most of the other tracks are hardly "prog-influenced", but none of them are bad. Some more pop originals, all of them quite nice - not as banal as the ones on Wild Life, and all filled with subtle hooks. The quiet, delicate country ballad 'One More Kiss' is punctured by little melancholy guitar licks in the chorus (the ones that go 'only one more kis... pinnnng... I never meant to hurt you little girl... pinnnng...'). 'When The Night' is another successful late period Beach Boys rip-off. And 'Single Pigeon' is a generic Macca piano solo number, which means it's delightful and seducing.
The main hit from the record was 'My Love', but this is where the saccharine level gets a little bit too iffy even for my ears. Not one of my favourites, although I can't deny the inhumane catchiness of the melody, and the guitar solo by Henry McCullough is absolutely terrific (Paul sometimes used it as an argument for his 'democracy' in the studio - he wanted another solo, but Henry asked him to change it at the last minute and came out with a winner). But if you want something a bit more rockin', you might as well grab the opening 'Big Barn Bed' and 'Get On The Right Thing' - there's enough ass-kicking in these two songs to make a slight compensation for the lack of fast dancing numbers. My money's not with these one, though: it's certainly with 'Little Lamb Dragonfly' and the closing medley.
And don't forget to get the recent re-release, cause it has a great single of the epoch. 'Country Dreamer' is another charming country pop number, but I personally prefer the B-side 'I Lie Around': it's just so incredibly entertaining! The melody is simply untouchable, and it's Denny Laine who sings it, too. The reissue also has a decent live rocker ('The Mess') that has a weird gloomy atmosphere about it, so untypical for typical McCartney rockers.
P.S. I've just had an idea about 'Little Lamb Dragonfly'. OF COURSE it is directly related to 'Mary Had A Little Lamb' which he released on single a year ago. That's where both the 'little lamb' idea and the wonderful 'la-la-la-la''s come from. 'My heart is breaking for you little lamb/I can help you out/But I cannot help you in'. That's what Mary is bound to say to the lamb when she goes to school! Hah! Congratulate me on my brilliancy!

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BAND ON THE RUN

Year Of Release: 1974
Record rating = 10
Overall rating = 14

Another heavenly album. Beautiful songs, beautiful moods, beautiful vibes.
Best song: 1985

Critics just love it, and this time I feel like loving the critics, even if I don't see no reason to distinguish this album so highly among the five or six other Wings' albums that surround it (I mean, it's certainly the best one, but the others are much more than lifeless pieces of shit, too, mind you). The songs are absolutely wonderbeautiful, though. The album itself does not fit into any pattern you'd like it to fit into, 'cause it has it all: ballads, rockers, psycho, blues, country - you name it. As with most good albums, it is often dubbed 'conceptual', but it isn't. The title track may be conceptual if taken together with the album cover - it's all about Paul comparing himself and his band with runaway bad dudes escaping justice (jeez, what an original metaphor), but that's where the concept ends, really. Still, it does manage to embody the title track - a nice little three-part (prog again?) suite going from a lazy orchestrated shuffle to a hard-rockin' ode before finally turning into a gorgeous pop song where it stays until the very end. Highlights include: the memorable riff in the 'hard-rockin' part, good lyrics, the great sing-along line 'ba-a-a-a-nd on the run' and some cool guitar licks played along to same singalong line. Classic!
And soon after that you get taken to a mystical land of Paul turning into a bluebird, riding his magic horse, standing under the tropical rain and talking to Mr Picasso. Perhaps the greatest charm of this album is that it's his only one (hey! along with Ram, of course) without any straightforward love ballads with silly lyrics. Out of these songs, only 'Let Me Roll It' comes close to being a love song, but it's hard-rockin', with a tasty little riff rolling in and out and in and out for about a hundred times, and nobody even makes any effort to solo along to it. There's really no need to do that: it's so cool and moody it almost sounds like a solo by itself. Meanwhile, 'Jet' (which is about Paul's dog) shows us some more of Paul's rockin' efforts: the way the synths and heavy rhythm tracks blend with each other, you'd almost swear you're listening to an early Harrison effort. However, where George was mostly aiming at a highly emotional, spiritual impact, Paul just runs you over with the very 'massiveness' of the sound itself. I suppose that some might see it as little else as a generic arena-rocker, and to a certain extent it is indeed so, but whoever heard of an arena-rocker with such a great, original melody? Changes in tempo, vocal harmonies, a complex riff and utmost memorability, all packed together in what must probably be the greatest canine ode in the world (unless, of course, you also count in 'Martha My Dear').
The ballads are as charming as ever, plus there's some sudden depth to them you'd never really expect from McCartney: 'Mamunia' is gentle and somewhat 'wise' (the lyrics certainly refer to some African customs; who is 'Mamunia', I wonder?), while 'Bluebird' displays an unexpected Robinson Cruesoe-ism ('all alone in the desert island/we're living in the trees...'). 'No Words' is a beautiful power ballad (I realise that 'beautiful power ballad' is an oxymoron, but hey, we're talking McCartney here, and he ain't no Steve Tyler) that's kinda short but manages to incorporate a solid dose of human emotions into its two minutes or so. Even more cool are the psycho numbers which build on the Ram legacy but do not repeat it: 'Mrs Vanderbilt' is another multi-part number which is serious and danceable and groovy at the same time (love these 'Ho! Heigh-ho!'s), and 'Picasso's Last Words', written specially at Dustin Hoffman's request, are just plain fun epithomized, with bits of previous tracks thrown in now and then to contribute to the pseudo-conceptual stuff. But the album's magnum opus is certainly the closing '1985' which has nothing to do with Orwell-type fantasies, but has a lot to do with groovy psycho drug fantasies (dunno if it was really made on drugs, but wouldn't be suprised if it were). Anyway, the piano riff is so strong it blows you away in the very first minute, and the climax - with all these weeping guitars, shrieking synths, booming drums and Paul hooing and booing all over the place - is the strongest on any Paul album. (Actually, the record ends with a short re-run of the title track refrain - conceptuality again?) Hullaballoo! Thus ends the critics' most tasty honeycomb.
A great album from head to toe. Funny, the more I think about it, the more words like 'venture', 'journey' and 'travelogue' stick around my head. It has something to do with Paul's journey to Lagos early that year, and the African themes he subsequently incorporated into the album ('Mamunia' and the hey-hos, I suppose?), but the record is certainly more than that. It's easily Paul's most diverse effort, and it takes you different places. Just look: the concept of 'band on the run' = 'escape, sail away, move out, etc.'; the desert island themes of 'Bluebird'; the African motives of 'Mamunia'; French themes in 'Picasso's Last Words'; and the dangerous futurism of '1985'. Even The Beatles never did that; maybe that's why, when I listen to this album, I always forget that it's somehow related to the Fab Four and just treat it as a separate, McCartney-unrelated musical experience. I don't even suppose it's easily possible to recognize this as a McCartney album if you're not told about that previously.
My only warning to everybody: don't be fooled into thinking this is the only album by Paul that is worth buying. It's simply one of the best, and probably the most coherent lyrically, with little or no flaws. Oh, and if you see 'Helen Wheels' on the track listing (and you probably will), bear in mind that this wasn't on the album originally - it was a single. It's still good, a classic rocker in its own right. I don't have the remastered version, so I don't know if there are any other bonus tracks. The single material from that epoch was top-knotch, as far as I know - songs like 'Junior's Farm' and 'Live And Let Die' are always honoured on my CD player.

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VENUS AND MARS

Year Of Release: 1975
Record rating = 9
Overall rating = 13

Hard-rockin', experimentative and groovy. Why should this album be worse than any other one in 1975?
Best song: ROCK SHOW

Probably the last 'classic' Wings album, it seems to be pretty obscure among the general record-buying public, and it's a total shame. This is McCartney's 'rocking' album: some of the tracks come close to heavy metal, others are "glammy" beyond hope; in all, he was never as close to becoming a full-fledged Rocker around that time. Indeed, there is only one serious pop effort on this record: 'Listen To What The Man Said' was a deserved hit but, in my opinion, it doesn't even give a slightest hint at what this record is really about. It's nice, with a bouncy melody and generic stupid lyrics ('soldier boy kisses girl/Leaves behind a tragic world/But he won't mind/He's in love and he says love is fine'), but a bit too mechanic and saccharine to me (even the so universally hated 'Silly Love Songs' is more acceptable). I can't blame the melody - well, this is Paul's peak period, and I can't blame any of the melodies on this album - but I feel a bit uneasy about the dippy atmosphere, so incompatible with the blasts of energy that come from one angle of the record and with ultra-depressing, deeply emotional lyrical melodies that emerge from its other angle.
The true strength of the album lies in its more serious elements. The concept may go to hell as much as I care (actually, the concept is limited to the opening title track - a clever acoustic ditty with impressive wordgames about the meeting of two planets/two friends/two rock'n'roll heroes, as well as its lengthier and more bombastic reprise on side B), but, anyway, Paul never had the strength (the will? the guts?) to make a real conceptual album - he only managed to fake one. The songs themselves are fine, though. My favourite is the heavy rocker 'Rock Show' with some more experiments in song structure and lots of interesting sections, ranging from resplendent synth parts to generic hard riffage; the drive is simply incredible, the lyrics are good (it's about Paul and his band going on tour), and the swinging piano/synth/guitar/booming drums coda is better than 'Helter Skelter'. Some are quick enough to condemn the song as a glam throwaway, but it doesn't take a mental genius to see that the song is conceived and structured as a hilarious parody on the entire glam rock movement, but a parody that manages to combine amusing lyrics, thick solid riffs and can be enjoyed on many different levels.
But that's not all, rockers also include 'Letting Go' - with a shattering intro of roaring and soaring guitars and a fascinating break where the guitars and saxes blend together reaching a magnificent climax. Wow! My favourite moment on the record, bar none. Note also that the first thirty seconds of this song completely justify Paul's reputation as one of the best self-producers in the business. The manner in which he so swiftly and yet so gradually builds up the tension is... well, suffice it to say that it's typically characteristic of a person with a mind more flexible and sensitive than the one of your average Neanderthalian. Not that you see a lot of Neanderthalians these days, but then again, judging by the quality of Prindle's reader comments on his Misfits page, you never know when to trust your eyesight. Returning back to the topic - the build-up, with layers of guitars slowly extending over each other and then with the deep bass propelling itself and then with the deep synthline propelling itself, is amazing.
Meanwhile, 'Medicine Jar' is an energetic anti-drug song (apparently, it's not a Paul song - he generously allowed guitarist Jimmy McCullough throw on some compositions, and this one sure ain't bad) which veers on punk, although the lyrics look like they come from a health propaganda campaign. And 'Spirits Of Ancient Egypt' is just memorable - it sounds like something the Kinks could have easily recorded in the late Seventies, cuz it has the same boom and rhythm pattern, but it's better than most of their efforts since it's not as boring. Denny Laine penned it, and the guy was from the Moody Blues, after all.
Plus, for 'traditional Macca lovers' there are some definitely luvly ballads - 'Love In Song' is sad, ingenious and partially bombastic, but it's a good kind of bombast - the Macca bombast. 'Treat Her Gently/Lonely Old People' is even better, especially the latter - with moving lyrics about old people and a suitable melody. Take it as a pessimistic antagonism to 'When I'm Sixty-Four' - what was Paul thinking about at the moment, I wonder? 'Here we sit, two lonely old people, and nobody asks us to play'. A rare case of Paul in an exclusively gentle and truly compassionate mood.
Any surprises? Paul wouldn't be Paul if he hadn't prepared some nice surprises for you. 'You Gave Me The Answer' is a retro Twenties-style lightweight Hollywoodish number, and it even boasts a muddy production so as to make it more 'genuine'. Well, it might be a re-run of 'Honey Pie', basically, but it's given a more 'authentic' flair, so some might even like it better. And the punchy, jerky 'Magneto And Titanium Man', as far as I can tell, is a retelling of a comic strip (competition with 'Being For The Benefit Of Mr Kite'?) 'Call Me Back Again' usually gets most of the arrows whistling through the air - it's a rather unsuccessful take on a 'soul groove', but somehow I never found it as offensive as most. Mayhaps that is due to the fact that Paul doesn't even try to sound sincere on that one, and it never struck me as 'fake', unlike all those Bowie treats on Young Americans.
A really really really diverse and satisfying record, and certainly the last in a series of 'greatest efforts' (although he managed to come close one more last time on London Town). You can really feel Paul inviting you in his own personal world - with all kinds of possible things going on and where you might find everything to feed your desires. This record is as diverse as practically any of the Beatles records (yes, and including The White Album, too!) - maybe not as solid, but certainly just as variegated. And nobody knows it. C'mon, people - shake your heads free of that anti-ex-Beatles propaganda rubbish! This is not Phil Collins - it's Paul McCartney, by gum! Catch it while it's hot!

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WINGS AT THE SPEED OF SOUND

Year Of Release: 1976
Record rating = 7
Overall rating = 11

A 'democratic' album. Which means you might just as well grab the best songs on a compilation.
Best song: LET 'EM IN

Actually, it's not as hot any more. We all know Paul to be a despot and Mr do-it-all-yourself, but, for no obvious reason, here he suddenly proved himself feeble and allowed all the other members of the group to throw in a hand - all of them, except for the drummer, I suppose (who is still allowed to sing one of Paul's contributions). Yes, even Linda. Paul himself is responsible for just about half of the songs on the album, which therefore makes it Wings' Quick One, just to draw on a perfectly sane Who comparison. The results are predictably poor, even though not a catastrophe - Denny Laine and company were 'moderately skillful' songwriters, and there's really little to twirl your nose at. Not much to jump about in happiness as well, though.
What's even worse, Paul suddenly made a break in experimenting and genre-choosing and stuck to a mainstream pop sound. Obviously, success was getting to his head, with his albums finally making the big time and his sugary pop singles like 'Listen To What The Man Said' making an even bigger time, and so he puts a thick sugarcoat on the record, writing only one rocker for the whole of it. What a rocker, though - the fast, screeching, anthemic 'Beware My Love' which is emotionally desperate as never before or after; not only does Paul scream off his lungs, he also does this convincingly, making the song something bigger than just a powerful groove like 'Rock Show' or 'Jet'. I'd say that the overlong female chorus in the beginning is a bit unnecessary - and apparently, Paul eventually felt the same, because the live version of the song on Wings Over America cuts it out. Apart from that, this is simply the wildest McCartney ever got since at least 'Oh Darling', and hey, that was a looong time ago, now wasn't it?
The other originals are all pop - ranging from excellent to controversial to horrible. That's actually the biggest problem with the album: McCartney went here for an intentionally simplistic, 'elementary' approach, ditching all the pseudo-experimentalism of Red Rose Speedway and the like, and basically it's all a gamble. Where it succeeds, it succeeds really fine. 'Let 'Em In', the album's hit single and arguably the album's finest song, is built upon a descending/ascending cyclical piano line that's absolutely brilliant, and gives this charming, unbeatable feeling of silly giddiness that only McCartney knew how to master perfectly in his prime. And 'Silly Love Songs', the album's other hit single, while it did serve as a piece of red cloth for the critics (including even both Lennon and Yoko Ono who gave out some sneering remarks on the subject), is equally irresistable, with a bassline to kill for and wonderful three-part harmony arrangements. The song's message was quite anthemic for Paul, too: 'Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs - what's wrong with that?'. Kinda reminds one of 'it's only rock'n'roll but I like it', doesn't it? Funny how the critical type of public seems to react so negatively towards these statements of pure sincerity.
On the other hand, the same simplistic approach also results in 'Warm And Beautiful' - perhaps Paul's first major misstep in his entire career of writing lightweight pop compositions. Sounding like something vaguely reminiscing of Soviet pioneer anthems, the melody could have indeed been written by a three-year old, and to make matters worse, Paul sings the song with the intonation of a three-year old just beginning to learn how to sing. One could hardly imagine a more anti-climactic ending to the whole record. The soft, boppy 'San Ferry Anne' is somewhat more decent, but it still sounds like an unbearably childlike ditty - and without an ounce of that giggly humour that made most of Paul's previous childlike ditties so cute and enjoyable. Trouble strikes! And when trouble strikes with Sir Paul McCartney, well, that's definitely some kind of trouble.
A few quick words about the other contributors, now. Linda makes her 'songwriting/singing' debut on 'Cook Of The House', an unpardonably crappy Fifties' throwback tune in which she extolls her household virtues. Maybe she can cook, but she sure can't sing. Or, at least, she can't sing lead vocals - I really have nothing against her vocals in the background. Plus, the song is really horrible, it does sound like 'cook rock' (hey, good expression here). At least stuff like '3 Legs' was pure kitsch, which made it pardonable - 'Cook Of The House' is definitely ugly in its absolute straightforwardness. Denny Laine contributes the slightly catchier mid-tempo rocker 'Time To Hide' (real moody atmosphere on that one), but my favourite is Henry McCulloch's 'Wino Junko': it's the only song that really catches the 'speed of sound' on here, and even so, only near the end. It's silly and it's also about drugs, but at least it's memorable... And somebody else's 'She's My Baby' and 'The Note You Never Wrote' are also average, even though the latter features a good guitar solo.
Average is the word here. None of the non-Paul band members' songs - bar 'Cook Of The House', of course - really suck, but there are almost no definite highlights. I would probably have rated it a six as it were, but the absolutely undisputable quality of the three "really big" numbers on the record - 'Let 'Em In', 'Beware My Love' and 'Silly Love Songs', all timeless classics - manages to pump it up a bit. However, needless to say, as an attempt to show the world that "Wings" are a real multi-talented band, it fails miserably: it's still 'Paul and all these other guys', however well you might put it. Heck, nobody except Paul can really sing well, and even Paul seems to partially lose interest in songwriting. He probably was much more preoccupied with controlling ticket sales at the time - this was the period of his grandest tour ever...

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WINGS OVER AMERICA

Year Of Release: 1976
Record rating = 7
Overall rating = 11

A triple live-album. 'Nuff said.
Best song: forget it. I'm not even gonna try.

Ah, here is finally the actual proof that McCartney really dug prog. This is a triple live album, see? He's clearly steering his boat in the direction of Yessongs and Welcome Back My Friends! (Of course, Harrison's Bangla Desh also was triple, but that was just in order to record the whole concert). Two major differences, though. First, prog rock had just died a peaceful and natural death - or at least it was in the process of dying; likewise, the great glammy show of the early Seventies were beginning to stink as well. And yeah, this was McCartney's first major Wings tour, so I understand that he simply didn't have the possibility to release such a record earlier; but it remains a fact that Wings Over America was an even more suitable pick for the critics' axes than the preceding studio album, so even if it hit the charts in a major way, it also seriously soured down Paul's reputation.
Second, this album doesn't sound like prog rock at all. It's just a 'monumental' live album reflecting a hugely successful stadium glam-rock tour. It has an airplane on the cover (although one might be slow to realize it) so as to remind you this was a really huge event, and nobody's gonna doubt it, of course.
Question is: do the songs really match the packaging? Well, yes, of course they do. But then another question is: does the playing match the songs? Well, no, of course it doesn't! Lots of tricks which made them sound so intriguing in the studio are just plain lost in this context. But that's not because Paul and company are trying to change the melodies around - on the contrary, according to the good old Beatles tradition, they try to reproduce the originals as faithfully as possible. Yet they fail. Which results in a plain understandable conclusion: essentially, this album is only recommendable to huge McCartney fans who can't get enough of him. In fact, all of his live albums suffer the same fate. Buy them only after you get everything else (I mean, everything good).
On the good side, though, Wings Over America seems to be standing up to time far better than all of Paul's later love records. The primary reason is that for the most part, Paul sticks to Wings material - out of the huge setlist, only five songs are taken from the Beatles catalog, and even out of these five, there are a couple pleasant surprises like 'I've Just Seen A Face' and 'Blackbird', which McCartney never played live again, as far as I know. Well, the three other numbers are 'Lady Madonna', 'The Long And Winding Road' and 'Yesterday', of course, three stage favourites - but even these were only bastardized and banalized on the latter day tours, and they don't spoil the impression that much.
Everything else is pure Wings - including not only predictable hits, like the big numbers off Speed Of Sound, 'Listen To What The Man Said' and 'Band On The Run', but also lots and lots of more obscure material which, again, was never played live after that. For starters, the band reproduces Venus And Mars almost in its entirety, which gives an extra boost to lovers of that particular underrated album. And while I could complain a lot about what's missing here (no numbers from Ram and nothing but 'My Love' off Red Rose Speedway, eek), it's really a silly thing to do. Who am I, McCartney's tutor or something?
Plus, after repeated listenings some of the stuff really begins disclosing itself in a better way; while few of these songs could even hope to surpass the studio versions, most of them add at least a little 'additional twist' which is quite a value in itself once you get used to it. Thus, 'Rock Show' and 'Jet' are excellently merged together in one ten-minute medley. 'Spirits Of Ancient Egypt' and 'Beware My Love' are both graced by rip-roaring guitar solos from Jimmy McCulloch. The minimalism of 'Let Me Roll It' is broken by a few mean, pseudo-metallic lead guitar lines. 'Bluebird' is decorated with a very pretty, romantic acoustic introduction. 'Time To Hide' somehow assumes a lot of power, with a heavy emphasis on the thumping bassline. 'Listen To What The Man Said', when devoid of the corny vocal overdubs, sounds more natural on stage than the syrupy studio version. And it's funny to hear the audience clapping their hands along to the steady piano roll of 'Let 'Em In'. Of course, sometimes these changes come out in a bad way - 'Medicine Jar', for instance, has Jimmy McCulloch play a monotonous wah-wah solo which almost obliterates the subtle climactic effect of the original, and 'Letting Go' is reduced to a miserable joke without the dark echoey production. But what the heck, you can't make an omelette without breaking eggs...
Finally, there are a few surprises waiting for the uninitiated. A brief snippet of 'Picasso's Last Words' leads us into Denny Laine singing an acoustic version of Paul Simon's 'Richard Cory' (and scoring an extra point by adlibbing '...and I wish that I could be - John Denver!'). Silly, but funny, and it also gives an idea of how Denny got the idea of writing 'Deliver Your Children'. He is also given the opportunity to perform his eternal Moody Blues hit, 'Go Now', which is overblown and overdrawn, but is still tolerable. Finally, this is the only place where you'll find 'Soily', another one of Paul's 'experimental' series of rockers (like 'The Mess' in the bonus tracks to Red Rose Speedway). Frankly speaking, I don't know what the hell you could actually need it for, but there it is, and if you're generous enough, you might as well take it.
In all, time has slightly embettered my initial feelings towards the record - of course, it still remains a fact that Paul is one of the least capable live players in the rock world, but if he ever did something worthwhile on the stage, most of this would be captured on Wings Over America. Plus, it's a great choice to take with you on a holiday in your CD player. I know I did. Enjoy yourselves.

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LONDON TOWN

Year Of Release: 1978
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 12

Return to form? Well, at least this sounds more intriguing and tasteful than the one before...
Best song: DELIVER YOUR CHILDREN

Ah! Better! Sure, the number of sweety pop songs is larger than on the 1974-5 releases, but, anyway, who are we speaking of? Slayer? On the other hand, this album adds an interesting side to Paul: his newly-found Englishness. Previous efforts like 'Mary Had A Little Lamb' don't count, of course: they were deliberately naive and and clumsy. Here he suddnely starts to milk this Brit persona with such a frenzy you'd thought he just left the Kinks or something. The title track, 'Famous Groupies', 'Morse Moose And The Grey Goose', 'Cafe On The Left Bank', 'Children Children' all qualify, and in this respect I'd say that London Town is indeed the closest Paul ever got to a conceptual album. Not that all of these songs are good, mind you. Apparently seeing that Speed Of Sound was somewhat lame, McCartney suddenly immerged himself in such furious waves of experimentation that some of these ditties are downright unlistenable - especially 'Morse Moose And The Grey Goose': six minutes plus of punkish shouting over generic disco backing just don't move me at all.
But the naive pop songs, having acquired that 'nursery rhyme' hook, suddenly turn out to be charming - 'Children Children' is lightweight but catchy and sincerely gentle, while 'Girlfriend' steps in with a wonderful falsetto and smacks it up with a great guitar solo before ending in some great vocal harmonies. The best known songs are the hit 'With A Little Luck' (to my ears, it's easily the most uninteresting track on here, with an obvious commercial sound, even though it is certainly listenable) and the slightly more obscure but much more pleasant title track. Oh, and don't forget the beautiful ballad 'I'm Carrying' on which Paul shows that he's still master of the acoustic and he don't need no filthy synths to make a great song (unfortunately, that all changed in just a couple of years).
There's plenty of bizarre stuff on here, too, like 'Backwards Traveller' with its spacey beat, and the instrumental 'Cuff Link' which is built around a tight little melody played with a wah-wah or, more likely, some cunning synthesizers imitating a wah-wah. 'Famous Groupies' is blatant retro with hilarious lyrics, and 'Name And Address' is just something you'd like to shake your hips to - Paul goes for something like a Gene Vincent sound on here. 'Don't Let It Bring You Down' has some cool guitar effects which will probably move you to tears, and 'I Had Enough' is just your basic rocker (not a very good one).
That said, I'd like to focus your attention on what I think is the absolutely best song on here, and moreover I rate it among Macca's most brilliant and astonishing work of all time. The fast, acoustic-driven 'Deliver Your Children' is a bitter pessimistic anthem with strange, sad and plaintive lyrics one wouldn't really expect from Paul, but somehow it works just perfectly. The rhythm pounds at you, the lyrics feel genuine, the singing (Denny Laine's? hardly sounds like Paul) is moving, and the acoustic solo at the end is highly professional and emotional. Indeed, this is probably the only successful effort at a tearin' pessimistic 'tired-of-life-type' song ever done by Paul; 'Little Lamb Dragonfly' stands close, but it's more of a psycho effort, while 'Deliver Your Children' has straightforward lyrics a la Ray Davies and it is still great. As far as I know, it isn't available on any hit compilations, so you might just as well get the whole album for that one song. It'll be worth it.

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BACK TO THE EGG

Year Of Release: 1979
Record rating = 7
Overall rating = 11

An unusually energetic and furious album, but it also loses some of McCartney's identity.
Best song: OLD SIAM SIR

The last Wings album. They disbanded shortly afterwards, after Paul had done a short term for transporting pot in Japan. Not that I really care, but then again, if Denny Laine had still been sticking around, maybe the next album wouldn't have turned out so gruesome. But let us stop this digression and get back to, err, basically, the egg. Just like London Town, this one shows Paul still sucking in modern influences, but it also shows Paul relinquishing that tricky Brit path and retreading to more mundane matters. There's the usual shred of conceptuality, but this time around it's not very original - the album is presented as a radio broadcast (it opens with transistor noises, before venturing into the funky 'Reception'). Maybe that's what the title is about - getting back to the standard formulas laid out by so many rockers years before? But then again, what are disco and punk doing here? Because the gorgeous ballad 'Arrow Through Me' sounds a bit like disco, and the speedy rocker 'Spin It On' is undeniably punk. What 'egg' are we speaking about?
Bizarre. There's a lot more heavy rockers on here than on any previous albums bar Venus and Mars, but they're not very effective, with one notable exception: 'Old Siam Sir' just shakes the cat out of the barrel, both literally and figuratively. It begins with a mean-sounding, dirty-looking riff and soon afterwards transforms itself into a magnificent heavy guitar symphony with wave after wave of roaring sound crushing down upon the listener before he scurries for shelter towards the soothing 'Arrow Through Me'. However, the other rockers don't do that much: 'Rockestra Theme' was a mammoth experiment of forming a 'rockestra' out of tons of famous and not so famous guitarists, but they don't solo or display their talents or anything - they just play the same sequence over and over again, and really, there was no need of getting Townshend, Gilmour, Page and others in this heap, cuz it might just as well have been done by amateurs. Or by computers. Rock'n'roll isn't meant to be orchestrated type of music, and luckily Paul wasn't eager to repeat his experiment.
So, even if the rockers are for the most part ineffective, the pop numbers still catch you by the tail. The medley 'After The Ball/Million Miles/Winter Rose/Love Awake' may not stand the test of time, being somewhat shallower and more banal than the beautiful medley that closes off Red Rose Speedway, but it has its moments, nevertheless: and it's at least memorable throughout. I've already mentioned 'Arrow Through Me', and nobody should bypass the pretty acoustic throwaway 'We're Open Tonight (For Fun)' (which I've always been mishearing as 'we're open tonight, orphan'). It's throwaway, but it's beautiful.
In fact, the only track that infuriates me on the whole record is Denny Laine's loathsome contribution 'Again And Again And Again'; not that it boasts a particularly bad melody, but it sure features particularly crappy lyrics which are so thrown around in yer face it makes you wanna shove them back into Denny's throat. 'You don't wanna stay in my school/You don't wanna be the one that's cool/don't want to be the little woman/I love.' Tough case. Tough crowd. But don't despise the album just because Denny's a zero songwriter (which isn't true anyway). It's been badly underrated both in the press and by fans, to my mind. Anyway, it's better than Wings At The Speed Of Sound, and that's something.

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McCARTNEY II

Year Of Release: 1980
Record rating = 5
Overall rating = 9

Hey, one doesn't repeat the same mistake twice. Especially if it's synth-propelled.
Best song: COMING UP

A fatal misstep. After Wings had disbanded, Paul thought it would probably be better to start all his life a-new. So, just like ten years ago, he locked himself in the studio, tried some new songs, and came up with another quasi-solo album, even if this time around it wasn't as totally solo as McCartney. Unfortunately, he really needn't have bothered, cuz this record pretty much sucks. It features synths and different electronic gadgets as the central instruments, and most of the songs are purely experimental. There's plenty of short and not-so-short instrumentals, just like on McCartney, but the ones there featured really interesting melodies and were actually quite listenable. Tracks like 'Front Parlour' and 'Frozen Jap', on the other side, seem only to reflect his interest in high technologies: did he really think somebody would find pleasure in listening to this electronic crap? Of course, it might have been interesting when this stuff was relatively new and unexplored, but now it all seems horribly dated. Carry me back to the happy days of 1980 and we'll see if I'm impressed.
It's 1998, however, and electronics seems to have turned out to be the worst curse of rock music. Take 'Bogey Music', for instance: it takes a rockabilly melody and passes it through the same electronic sound to horrible effect, like a robot singing 'Rock Around The Clock'. Your worst nightmare. Or the silly New Wave crap 'Temporary Secretary': how can such a thing be expected from Paul McCartney? Leave this stuff to Roxy Music or Ultra Vox, please.
So is there something to redeem this record? Fortunately, yup. A small bunch of tunes which don't feature synths or at least don't feature them prominently are actually quite good. The hit single 'Coming Up' is a jolly happy pop song with a cute memorable melody; the feeble ballad 'Waterfalls' does preshadow some of his later balladeering crap, but it's at least amusing; the bluesy 'On The Way' is moody; and the boogie-woogie 'Nobody Knows' is certainly better than 'Bogey Music'. However, even some of the electronica-free songs already point out that the well is slowly running out of water ('One Of Those Days'). In all, this is certainly not the album to own first - it may even not be an album to own at all. The re-issue has it backed up with two more electronosasters: the vomit-inducing computer collage 'Check My Machine' and the even lengthier, interminably boring piece 'Secret Friend' with little lyrics and much garbage. Really, Paul. Nice try, but let's consider this your practical joke. Just look at his expression on the front cover!

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TUG OF WAR

Year Of Release: 1982
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 12

The last great McCartney album in a very long time.
Best song: TUG OF WAR

Yeah, this is indeed the last great 'hurrah' for Paul in at least ten years. The mistake of McCartney II seems to have been finally corrected here, and the album even managed to hit #1. I'm not at all surprised. The synths are used only moderately, and there's just one disco experiment: his collaboration with Stevie Wonder on the lengthy 'What's That You're Doing' which seems to be the weakest spot on the whole album. An embarrassment, and somehow it turns out to be the longest track on the album.
But the other songs are really, really good. Paul has taken up the guitar and normal keyboards again, and he also gets lightweight and silly on yet another duet - this time with Carl Perkins. The boogie-woogie 'Get It' is, indeed, one of the funniest songs he ever did, and one of his last successful retro numbers. And the fun abounds. 'The Pound Is Sinking', I think, is the forgotten gem here, with Paul turning in some 'macroeconomic' lyrics before suddenly turning the song into a crazy psycho number with a ferocious climax. The straightforward rockers are fun ('Ballroom Dancing'), the straightforward pop numbers are catchy ('Take It Away'), and the ballads do display genuine emotion. 'Somebody Who Cares' is sad and uplifting at the same time - who knows what the hell it is supposed to reflect? And 'Here Today' is a really moving tribute to Lennon.
Lennon's death resulted, however, in one more significant change for Paul's image. He probably felt that it was his due to take over some of John's functions, or he might have thought that his nearing fourty gives him a 'major' position. Anyway, both the opening title track and the closing 'Ebony And Ivory' (again with Stevie Wonder) find him in a new role which now seems normal for him, but in fact he'd never tried it before: the role of an anthemic songwriter. He'd rarely written political songs or social anthems before (even 'Give Ireland Back To The Irish' was disguised as a happy pop song), but this marks a new period in his writing. Not that he's very good at anthems, but at least he's trying, and first time around it seems to work. 'Ebony And Ivory' is an anti-racist song which thumps along cosily, and the title track is a peace anthem which seems to go off almost unnoticed before it suddenly launches into an overloud, bombastic part in the middle. If it weren't for that 'in years to come...' part, indeed, I'd probably write it off as filler, but as such, it manages to become the best song on the album. No kidding, I hate bombast when it's unjustified. This one seems to be justified. Eh? What's that? Justified by what? Well, that's one question I really wouldn't appreciate answering to. It's just based on my personal intimate feeling. How can I put feelings into words? Oh, you're right, that's what these reviews are all about. Well, they're really not as much about my feelings as about my immediate need to express myself when I want to and shut up when I don't want to. So I think I'd better shut up on that one. As the wise Jimi Hendrix once said: 'move over, Rover, and let Jimi take over'. So scram. Beat it.

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PIPES OF PEACE

Year Of Release: 1983
Record rating = 3
Overall rating = 7

A dull, lifeless effort, with that insipid Eighties sound in all its might.
Best song: PIPES OF PEACE

Regardless of anything you have to say, the Eighties were probably the worst decade for rock music - the Nineties kinda revitalized the want for quality and sincerity, even if for a little period. But the Eighties were indeed the Dark Age for rock music, and nobody felt it more than the 'dinosaurs'. McCartney, the Stones, the Who, Dylan, Clapton, everybody fell under the Eighties Curse by switching their originality and creativity for dull electronic music and heavy metal.
Oh, excuse me. 'Heavy metal' is not the kind of music McCartney is famous for. He's famous for his failed computer experiments. Strange enough, though, Pipes Of Peace isn't really built around synths and stuff. It's hard to say, though, around what it is built. It's full of uninteresting, uninspired, grossly banal pop structures that don't hold your attention even for a minute. The title track is yet another of his 'anthems', and it's at least slightly memorable, which is more than I can say about the other tracks. Would you like me to discuss them one by one? Guess not. Let's just give it a short try, OK? Ready, steady: 'Say Say Say' is a mechanic, artificial love song written and sung together with Michael Jackson; 'The Other Me' is an unbelievingly banal pop ditty which should have been a hit with Alanis Morrisette; 'Keep Under Cover' is a synth-driven, poorly-written social comment; 'So Bad' is a poorboy's 'My Love', with sweety murky falsetto and a really really horrible generic Eighties pop refrain ('Girl I love you/Girl I love you so bad... and she said Boy I love you/Boy I love you so bad', yuck!); 'The Man', another collaboration with Michael Jackson, is... stop. I'm really not ready to discuss this album track by track, it'll give me a heart attack. Suffice it to say that it ends in another ridiculous idea - combining the title track with 'Tug Of War' under the name... right: 'Tug Of Peace'. The two songs were good enough separately, but this is just a totally unnecessary trick.
WHY?
Why is it so bad? (Err, excuse me, I really didn't mean to mention that song again). Who can tell? Who can guess? What the hell prevented him from writing good songs? I'll tell you what. The EIGHTIES CURSE. The damn need to stay atop everything, to be in fashion, to sell a lot of albums. He didn't think of one thing, though. Nobody wants to buy a modern-sounding album by an old fart when he can go out and buy the same-sounding album by a young fart. That's why neither Pipes Of Peace nor anything else in that epoch didn't sell. Ah, that commercial sense! How many good artists have you ruined?
For the record again, there are three bonus tracks on this album, and, to my opinion, they are the real reason to own the album. Well, at least the last two. 'We All Stand Together' is a groovy fantasy pop symphony, complete with silly backing vocals, cat miaows, and amusing 'bom-bom-boms'; and 'Simple As That' is just an incredibly catchy song with a self-sufficient chorus ('Simple as that/Would you rather be alive or dead?'). Both date from 1986, and both are better than anything else he put out around that time. Also, there's a bombastic ballad from 1993 (!), and it's not bad. If you see the album cheap, get it if only for the bonus tracks. You might just experience some 'simple pleasure' from listening to them, like I do.

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GIVE MY REGARDS TO BROAD STREET

Year Of Release: 1984
Record rating = 4
Overall rating = 8

Soundtrack! But not as bad as it might have been, even if there are only two new songs. 
Best song: NO MORE LONELY NIGHTS

Look, if I keep on writing these lengthy reviews all the way through, I'll be running out of steam before I arrive to Macca's end. So I'll better keep this one short, OK? It's a slightly lame soundtrack to a failed film about Paul losing his mastertapes (whatever that means, I haven't seen it and I'm not going to). It mostly consists of re-recordings of older Beatles ('Eleanor Rigby', 'Yesterday', 'Here There And Everywhere') and solo Paul ('Silly Love Songs', 'Ballroom Dancing', 'So Bad' - yuck!) hits, with just two significant new songs thrown in: 'Not Such A Bad Boy' is a cute little rocker, although not very interesting, and 'No More Lonely Nights' seems to be a gorgeous ballad featuring Dave Gilmour's wailings on lead guitar. The bad news is: most of the re-recordings are significantly inferior, Paul's voice is giving way, and 'No More Lonely Nights' is re-run twice more, plus the bonus tracks include it even two times more. By the end of the album you're guaranteed to hate the song. Although you're bound to hate its disco version at once. Without further listen. Don't get this album unless you've seen the film. And liked it.

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PRESS TO PLAY

Year Of Release: 1986
Record rating = 1
Overall rating = 5

Pure electronic garbage. One of the lowest moments in rock history. 
Best song: FOOTPRINTS

Gimme blood! Oh, how I lust for it. This is the worst effort by any Beatle ever. Its loathsomeness surpasses Ringo's Hollywood albums, George's Hare Krishna mantras and maybe even John's 'experimental' albums. Two of the songs are decent: 'Press' is happy pop with a catchy melody, and 'Footprints' is weakly reminiscent of his ten-years-old beautiful ballads. The rest is unlistenable putrid bullshit crap. He's managed to stay away from electronica for three albums: why should he return to it here? No reason. 'Highlights' include the punk (my god, Paul! 1986?) 'Angry', the hysterical 'Move Over Busker' and the computer-laiden, spacey-sounding, boomey-drumming, vomit-inducing 'Pretty Little Head'. Anthems include the overarranged, clumsy 'However Absurd' with Paul's voice being probably let through a couple Vocoders to the pleasant effect of sounding like a lame hoarse dog. Collaborators include one Eric Stewart who's shared a lot of writing credits (so that he at least relieves Paul of some responsibility for this garbage), and guest musicians include Pete Townshend (what a bringdown) and Phil Collins (sounds like it). Nah! 'Good Times Coming' and 'Only Love Remains' slightly approach the degree of 'acceptable' (which is lower than 'listenable'), but the other tracks are bad, bad, bad... I really want you to understand me. This is not just your average bland Eighties pop like Pipes Of Peace. This is worse. This is unbelievably uninspired, absolutely un-McCartneyesque synth crap. An absolute zero and even lower. Avoid this album like plague. There's a compilation out there called Paul McCartney Collection which has both 'Footprints' and 'Press'. Grab it and forget about this album. It shouldn't exist, not only is there no reason for its existence, there are lots of reasons for its non-existence. Starting with the real ugly album cover where he tries looking like he's twenty when he's in fact fourty-three. Is this the big problem? Trying to sound fashionable again? Oh well, history will decide 'who has fell and who's been left behind'...
P.S.: I have just reduced the rating to a 1. 'Footprints' and 'Press' are OK, sure enough, but the rest is so unbelieeeeeeevingly horrid that it still drags the record down. Just to give you a feel how bad it really is. Anyway, I rated Double Fantasy a 9, even though half of the songs there are Yoko's - it's just that the other half is so unbelievingly good. Why shouldn't I rate this a 1 because these songs suck like nothin' else?

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BACK IN USSR

Year Of Release: 1991
Record rating = 5
Overall rating = 9

Macca's 'Rock'n'Roll'. Worse than Lennon's but at least better than Press To Play.
Best song: JUST BECAUSE

The album was first released in Russia as a gesture of good will towards the Soviet people. Not that Paul took a lot of pains to release it: basically, it consists of a one-night recording session with his touring band that included guitarist Mick Green among others (the ex-Pirates guy), and all the songs are covers of old rock'n'roll classics. So one might say that he's putting on Lennon's shoes - but there's a difference: Lennon recorded these classics for the sake of the Idea - going back to his roots and trying to make a successful blend of rockabilly with jazz-rock arrangements and the wall-of-sound. McCartney seemed to have recorded them just because he had a bit of spare time and wanted to fool around with his new band. It shows, too: the playing is tight and compact, but the numbers hardly seem rehearsed. In fact, any out of hundreds of professional bands at the time could have made it even better. Although some of Green's leads are fascinating, I'll admit. But not too many. And after all - are we listening to a Mick Green album?
Of course, Paul wouldn't be Paul if he hadn't tossed in a couple surprises. Besides the obvious boogies, like 'Lucille', 'Kansas City' and 'Twenty Flight Rock', he also covers obscurities like Duke Ellington's 'Don't Get Around Much Anymore' and (surprise, surprise) 'Summertime'. The first one is nice, the second one could be nice, but Janis Joplin's version still sticks in my head and while it's there, no other version will ever come close. I'm ready to kill for it. Honestly.
So... what was I talking about? Ah, yes. I was just going to say that the faster numbers on here usually work better than the slower ones. The Presley numbers ('That's All Right Mama' and especially the even faster 'Just Because') will have your toes being tapped and your head being bobbed in no time, that's for sure. Not that all the slow numbers are bad. The problem is, they often recall better versions - if they don't, they work ('Crackin' Up'); when they do, they mostly make me sigh and shrug my shoulders ('Midnight Special' was done better by CCR; 'Bring It On Home To Me' was done better by both the Animals and Lennon; 'Lawdy Miss Clawdy' was done better by Elvis, etc., etc., etc.). In all, a good record to put on if you're in for a dance or just loud fast hilarious rockabilly, but not recommendable at all. Not at all. What can you find here? Paul is famous for his songwriting, production and singing. There's no originals, the production is next to none, and the vocals are slightly out of tune and sometimes annoying. So?

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FLOWERS IN THE DIRT

Year Of Release: 1989
Record rating = 6
Overall rating = 10

The comeback? The 'back door comeback', I'd say. But truly - there are good songs on here, at last.
Best song: PUT IT THERE

The band for the Flowers In The Dirt sessions should probably be listed here, as it was Paul's longest-lasting outfit since Wings (which weren't much of a stable organization, to begin with). These guys are: Hamish Stuart on base (awful looking chap), Robbie Mcintosh on guitars (just as awful looking, but at least he's a good guitarist), Paul Wickens on keyboards (very sly looking gentleman, but at least he sure can imitate that piccolo line on 'Penny Lane'), and Chris Witten on drums (later replaced by Blair Cunningham). Oh, and Linda, of course. Well, that's about it. Now I can discuss the flaws and advantages of Flowers In The Dirt.
Critics hailed it as a big comeback (the big comeback, exactly), but I figure they must have been exaggerating. Funny that the same thing happened to Dylan's Oh Mercy and the Stones' Steel Wheels, and they both came out the same year. Both were moderately good, but both were overrated. I'd call 1989 the 'back-door comeback' - the first year in a long time when 'rock dinosaurs' started putting out something more than just commercial (or anti-commercial, sounds the same to me) 'product'. Later on, all three of them managed to have a 'real' comeback (with Off The Ground, Voodoo Lounge and Time Out Of Mind), but that's another story. Still, history sure does have its laws.
So what is there to tell? The definitely good news is that Paul has finally realized that fashion isn't everything. So you won't find that crappy Electronica sound here - at least, not in its overdominating form: synths are still prominent, but there's also some mighty fine guitarwork which we really haven't had since Tug Of War. Another good news is that his songwriting has definitely taken a turn for the better - maybe due to collaboration with Elvis Costello, but probably independently of that. And finally (and most important of all), this sounds like Paul again - like the live Paul, I mean. Where Press To Play seemed to substitute Paul McCartney the human for a gray robotic, totally lifeless, model, Flowers In The Dirt makes the opposite statement. Paul is back and he's speaking to you.
Not that everything he says is good. There's some political filler ('How Many People'), some over-synthed ballads ('Don't Be Careless Love') and even an overlong, bombastic, totally out-of-place and out-of-style religious hymn ('Motor Of Love' - that's Harrison stuff for you!) But most of the other tracks are rather pretty, even though there's practically no standouts, and at least the hooks are back in place. These songs are not very diverse - every one has a steady beat, good guitars going, and a generic good pop sound. Gone are the happy days of the mid-Seventies when every second song sounded different. But be thankful for what you get, anyway - if you had already lost hope by 1989, here's at least a good chance. Also, most of these songs are introspective: in 'My Brave Face' Paul ponders about his identity, on 'Distractions' he hums about life's simple pleasures, and the prettiest of them, the acoustic ditty 'Put It There', is a little teeny-weeny bit of nostalgia with touching lyrics. Be sure to check out 'Rough Ride', too, with its naggin' melody and general moody atmosphere, and the crazy-soundin', heavy-poundin' 'Figure Of Eight' with Paul rising to the very height of his vocal powers.
The 'bizarre' track on here is the closing, New Wave-inspired 'Ou Est Le Soleil' which does sound a lot like some Police instrumental on Zenyatta Mondatta -only more complicated and somewhat more stupid. But at least this is one experiment that works and doesn't get real nasty. Bonus tracks include some singles or something from that era, but they're crappy, except the cute ballad 'Loveliest Thing' which is too generic but otherwise quite good. Rock on!

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TRIPPING THE LIVE FANTASTIC

Year Of Release: 1990
Record rating = 5
Overall rating = 9

A standard concert album for those who can't get enough of minor variations on McCartney music.
Best song: hell, it's a greatest hits live. How should I know?

Oh, what a mammoth this is. He's only had his second live album out, and it's a double CD (Wings Over America was a triple LP set, if you remember). However, this time it's not a prog rock emulation - it's just a means of money-making. Oops, sorry - there's a short version of this one out, called Tripping The Live Fantastic - Highlights!, so if you're only curious, you might as well pick up that one. The double CD is really something, though! The track listing seems almost endless on first sight, with tons and tons of Beatles and McCartney solo classics that are run through as close to the originals as possible. The obvious question is why?, and I think I've already answered it. Now how's it if I just omit this stupid review and change it for the complete track listing so as to fill up the web space? Let's see, you'll have your 'Got To Get You Into My Life', 'Birthday', 'The Long And Winding Road', 'The Fool On The Hill' and you'll even have an extended version of 'Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band' - both the main theme and the reprise linked together by a lengthy instrumental passage, not that it's a very good idea. Oh, at least it gives us a little diversity. You'll also have your 'Can't Buy Me Love', 'Matchbox', 'Things We Said Today' (atrocious version! simply atrocious!), 'Eleanor Rigby', 'Back In USSR', 'I Saw Her Standing There'... oh God I'm already sick.
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Errr. Sorry. Now where was I? Ah yes. So as not to repeat my mistake, I probably won't be listing the solo McCartney songs here. Suffice it to say that you'll have to endure an entire half of Flowers In The Dirt (the good half, at least), and some hits from the back catalog, too. The major surprise is 'Coming Up' which is totally rearranged and made more of a rocker than of a pop song, with elements of drum soloing. And speaking of Beatles hits, the real surprise is the closing medley taken from Abbey Road. It's probably the only track on the album whose appearance I wouldn't be able to predict. Again, it's not different from the original, but maybe for the better. Otherwise, Paul has included several short links, probably to 'amuse' the audience, which range from stupid (crazy noises on 'Inner City Madness') to downright annoying (the silly ditty 'If I Were Not Upon The Stage' which he suddenly cuts short, says 'oh no, that's not the one' and launches into 'Hey Jude'). Some songs are also obvious studio recordings ('Sally', the closing 'Don't Let The Sun Catch You Crying'), probably covers, and not very interesting at that. Anyway, nothing beats 'Yesterday'. Whatever you try, you'll still be enjoying the classics and dissing the grooves. On the other hand, all of these classics have their original versions. So what am I pointing at? Oh, nothing. Well, at least there are worse ways of spending your money. Like buying the complete works of Ian Fleming, for instance.

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UNPLUGGED

Year Of Release: 1991
Record rating = 6
Overall rating = 10

Washed-up old badger trying to revitalize his ancient hits? Anyway, why not give 'em a listen?
Best song: THE FOOL

'Welcome to Unplugged, a program where everybody takes his plug out and goes mad'. I don't know exactly what plug Paul meant and from where it should be taken out, but that particular plug seemed to stay in its place securely. Because nobody really went mad about this event, certainly not Paul himself. Instead, he'd rehearsed some of his hits with the band (anyway, I don't think he needed that much rehearsing - lots of the tracks overlap with the ones on Tripping), mostly sticking to the acoustic stuff, and performed them flawlessly. Or, well, as flawlessly as was possible for a 48-year old Beatle with a band of unknown professional musicians. And that means there's really nothing to get particularly excited about.
Still, the record has its share of surprises - and unlike the ones on his major live albums, they seem to work. Thus, Paul's band runs through a couple of oldies you won't find anywhere else, including 'I Lost My Little Girl', Paul's first ever song. Apparently he thought Unplugged to be the most appropriate place to bring up that rarity, and I can't agree more: imagine singing 'I woke up this morning/My hair was in a whirl/Then I realized/I lost my little girl' in a stadium! He'd probably get booed off the stage. Here, though, the groove does amuse.
Oldies also include Elvis' big hit 'Blue Moon Of Kentucky' and a wonderful scary country ditty called 'The Fool'. Whose one is that? It's wonderful! And they really, for once, engage in a moody performance. You'll also discover 'San Francisco Bay Blues', which was done by Clapton on the same program (some kind of competition or what?), and some less interesting ditties. The hits? Most of them are Beatles ballads, either done decently ('Here There And Everywhere', 'Blackbird'), or totally ruined ('Things We Said Today' which needs to be tight and menacing; here it is loose and complaintive, and they kill it, kill it, kill it!; 'And I Love Her' with Paul sounding like a ninety-year old gospel singer). And he forgets the words to 'We Can Work It Out' so they have to restart it thrice! Gee, what a fascinating capture of a truly historic moment! McCartney solo numbers are mostly limited to songs from his debut album, which I can only explain by the fact that these songs are really suited for an unplugged performance. They're good (especially 'Junk' and 'That Would Be Something'). Still, this record is not something to jump about madly, because it ends up looking like just another fine commercial product. The only reason I can see for any non-diehard fan to buy it is these few cute cover tunes and 'I Lost My Little Girl', but otherwise it's just okay. All Paul McCartney live albums are just 'okay', and you shouldn't set expectations high. On the positive side, they're never bad or embarrassing - even if the old fellow forgets a couple of lines, he can still joke his way out of it.
And finally I'd like to warn all of you out there that my copy is called 'the official bootleg', with 22 tracks. There must be a non-bootleg copy out there somewhere, but somehow I'm not interested in searching for it. Grab the official bootleg if you can find it - at least it'll be more stuff for same money.

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OFF THE GROUND

Year Of Release: 1993
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 12

The real comeback. This is the first record in many years that's as diverse as possible. Get it today.
Best song: BIKER LIKE AN ICON

At last, this is the moment we've all been waiting for. If you bring yourself to the point of realizing there's no fault in getting old and having an average dose of crap on every record, you'll certainly love the album. And why, do you ask me? Because there's a great deal of self-assuredness, creativity and inventive ideas here. But primarily, it's a diverse album - the most diverse since Tug Of War. It's not all electronic, and it's not all average pop, and it's not all introspective midtempo rockers (guess what records I'm putting off?) It's... different. It's also quite happy and hilarious, and it's also well produced. Well played, too. And he even manages to stay away from influences - you'd never tell this is Nineties rock'n'roll. So that there's a real chance of this album not sounding dated in a hundred years or more.
You've probably heard the most bombastic, anthemic tracks from here, like the bouncy optimistic 'Hope Of Deliverance' and the majestic 'C'mon People'. But really, these are not the best cuts on the record. They're good, but they again represent McCartney's pro-Lennon facet, and try as he may, he can't afford that ear-splittering sound John's best anthems are known for. And 'Hope For Deliverance' would have easily fit onto Flowers In The Dirt, if only with slightly altered lyrics. Other bombastic songs include the peace anthem 'Peace In The Neighbourhood' (a jolly good pop piece, but overlong), the animals' rights anthem 'Looking For Changes' (somewhat lame rocker, but at least it's easily memorable), and the love anthem 'Winedark Open Sea' which is just a bit too dang repetitive for my tired ears. If anything, this album suffers from being too bombastic, more so than any previous one, indeed. But at least the melodies are good!
Now if you bypass the slicky anthems, this is where the pleasure really starts. Just let me look at the track listing. Title track? Ah, now there's a really good rocker, with loud distorted guitars and stuff. It's slightly discoish, but what of it? The melody is unbelievably catchy. 'Mistress And Maid'? Another Elvis Costello collaboration which could also have fit onto Flowers, but that's not saying anything bad. The problem with Flowers was that it mostly consisted of such songs and this made it drag. When they are limited to just one or two numbers, it's perfectly all right. Next, we have the generic love ballad 'I Owe It All To You', and the true masterpiece - 'Biker Like An Icon', a creepy story of an unshared love. It's a generic fast rocker, but it's underpinned by a tasty acoustic melody, and it's also a great chance for Paul to get a bit raunchy and over the top. I like it, even if the lyrics are a bit too straightforward and the story is kinda flat and leaves one wishing for more. Then we have 'Golden Earth Girl', an unbelievably resplendent experimental ballad with a very unusual structure and psycho lyrics. To my mind, it's the unjustly forgotten gem on the record - neither does it get airplay nor was it performed on the tour. Sad, because it's tons better than yet another quasi-Flowers In The Dirt-outtake - 'The Lovers That Never Were' (which is uncomfortably similar to the superior 'That Day Is Done' on that record). But not the terrific rocker 'Get Out Of My Way', oh no not that. It's in no way menacing and spooky, like 'Biker', and lacks depth and intelligency, but that was probably just the desired effect. On the other hand, the guitars tear and roar, the melody is strong, and Paul gets in his last truly outstanding vocal performance. And how's that about that cute false ending? The closing riff brings the song to a rough stop, then the guitars suddenly rush in again and you get one more short instrumental passage before cutting off dead - this time, forever. Real sweet.
Truly and verily, I know lots of people write off Macca's entire career after the mid-Seventies like there's no tomorrow. But Off The Ground is really good. It has his feel for melody re-instated, it gets some blood flowing and it has a cool album cover. And what else would you expect?

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PAUL IS LIVE

Year Of Release: 1993
Record rating = 4
Overall rating = 8

Another live album. Paul, wake up! You're no Rolling Stone!
Best song: ????????!!!!!!!!!!!@#$%^&*(

Basically Tripping The Live Fantastic Vol. 2, and the only thing we should be grateful for is that there are no overlaps with it. Eventually, that means eliminating classics like 'Hey Jude', 'Get Back' and 'Yesterday' (only to be replaced with other classics like 'Penny Lane', 'Michelle' and 'All My Loving'), and eliminating songs from the then-promoted Flowers In The Dirt (only to be replaced by songs from the now-promoted Off The Ground). Apart from that and the soothing circumstance of this one being a single CD, there's really not much difference: the band is mainly the same, Paul is still in good shape, the classics are still performed note-by-note, and the silly grooves stay in place ('Robbie's Bit'; the 'soundcheck' section). Also, there are serious overlaps with Unplugged, like on 'Here There And Everywhere' and 'We Can Work It Out' (at least Paul doesn't forget the words!)
I must say, I'm really baffled trying to find out why the hell did he think it was real necessary to release three live albums, one of them double,  in less than five years. Cash-ins? Does anybody really want to buy Paul Is Live? Who is that person? Oh, sorry, one of them is me. But I only bought a bootleg copy (please don't sue me), and only for the purpose of reviewing it here. Now that I've sat through it, I doubt if it will ever get back onto my CD deck. God, are some people obsessed. Oh, well. At least there was no tour after Flaming Pie!

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FLAMING PIE

Year Of Release: 1997
Record rating = 4
Overall rating = 8

Flaming disaster. The search for simplicity has ended in stupidity and banality.
Best song: YOUNG BOY

I just gave the damn piece of plastic yet another listen, hoping that my heart would finally soften. It hasn't. It got worse. I lowered the rating. Even though 'Young Boy' came as a pleasant surprise for me. But nothin' else.
What distinguishes this album is two main features: (a) the concept of 'simplicity' so praised by Paul in the liner notes; (b) the general love of critics toward this album. Both of these are flake. The idea that the album should be 'simple' came to Paul after working on the Beatles' Anthologies, and it must have been one of the most bizarre ideas he's ever had - ranks along with his decision to overabuse electronics in the Eighties. Because, see, if there's one musician in the world who can never be associated with the word 'improvisation', it's Sir Paul McCartney. All of his music was always carefully planned, rehearsed, and immaculately produced - independent of the actual arrangements. This music seems sloppy, demo-ish and utterly boring. As for the critics who pan Ram and Red Rose Speedway but go on to praise Pie as a 'best-of-artist' album (please refer, for example, to the schizoid band of thugs writing reviews for the All-Music Guide), well,.I simply have no words. They probably really expected this album to be great - after all the Anthologies hype, it was comfortable to raise a 'McCartney revival' propaganda campaign. So really, I wouldn't be surprised if they'd praised Press To Play, were it to come out in 1997.
What is there to praise? An incredible, unbelievable lack of melodies - LACK OF MELODIES ON A McCARTNEY RECORD? Whoever heard that? But it's true! The fast songs ('The World Tonight', 'If You Wanna', 'Really Love You', etc.), all have the same melody. The slower songs ('Calico Skies', 'Great Day') either have a banal melody or none at all. The lyrics are always below the lowest (even 'Young Boy', which turns out to have the most interesting hook on here, has lyrics unacceptable to McCartney standards, not that they are incredibly high, too). Occasional solos by his son don't really help - they're just generic pieces of boring solo crap. And where are the production values? Everything is sacrificed in the name of 'simplicity'. Patchy, dull demos which any person could have easily written. One doesn't need to be Paul McCartney to make his Flaming Pie. And really, Paul - there is no need to speculate on Beatles legacy, like naming the album after one of Lennon's quotes (I think everybody knows that now) and claiming that it inherits the groovy mood of the early days. It doesn't. It doesn't even sound like a Beatles tribute band. It just sounds like a washed-up old badger trying to cash in on the strength of his name, that's all. And it's a pity. Is there really nothing else left in him? The album's underarrangements really did Macca a poor service: they showed us all the 'strength' of his songwriting, so that this time there was no escape behind booming drums, cheezy synths and Elvis Costello. And this strength equals zero. As much as I hate to admit it, this album is as far removed from meat'n'potatoes as any generic hogwash of the Nineties like Marilyn Manson and company. I still give it a 4 because none of it is really nasty, but that's what a 4 usually is - it's when there's no place on the rock to hold on to it. Pity, that - now that Linda's dead, he's not likely to ever return to the big game. I saw him recently at the Montserrat concert broadcast and he looked really really bad and sang even worse (in fact, he managed to ruin 'Yesterday', even though the snobby braindead audience seemed happy. Why shouldn't they - 'look there darling, it's Mr Paul McCartney in person!') And that was even before Linda's death. Where to now, St Paul?

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RUN DEVIL RUN

Year Of Release: 1999
Record rating = 3
Overall rating = 7

Back In USSR Vol. 2. Nothing to say, really.
Best song: LONESOME TOWN

Why, back to the roots, of course! Let me try not to be too much sneering or pathetic here, as I predict that the critics will blow this album to pieces. They were forced to give positive reviews to Flaming Pie in order to support all the 'Anthology-back-to-the-simple-back-to-the-freshness' hoopla, but nothing will stop them from writing Macca off completely after they'd even seen the track listing on here.
You know what I'm talking about, don't you? Apparently, in order to stop the rumours about his being washed up and retiring from the business completely, Paul decided that one more sip out of the fountain of rock'n'roll wouldn't hurt, and released an album with fifteen covers of old rock'n'roll, doo-wop and rockabilly standards, covering acts from Gene Vincent to Ray Charles to Elvis to some old dudes whom I don't even know but who were probably quite popular in Liverpool around the late Fifties. Most of the songs are really really short, and Paul is never actually trying to make the arrangements interesting, like on Back In USSR; his backing band is fairly unimpressive this time - professional, but completely soulless. Which is all the more shameful as it features a handful of rock legends, rthe most notable of these being none other than Dave Gilmour himself. I'd never have guessed, though. Dave Gilmour going back to his roots, too? Playing boogie-woogie? Well, at least you can see now why Dave never made much of a career before joining Pink Floyd... In other words, a letdown. A letdown?
Actually, what is the purpose of this album? Back In USSR had a clear purpose: it was Paul's little souvenir to the peoples of Russia, a slight, delicate throwaway that had pretty much artistic significance but a lot of bootleg value. Run Devil Run? Maybe it is intended to be a throwaway, but why would Paul let his reputation suffer so significantly... again? It is obvious that recording and releasing such a collection is important to him - probably as a gesture of self-assertion: yes, I can still do the bop, whatever them picky critics and the younger generation say. Well, maybe he can, but so do at least several dozen old dinosaurs that are still around and playing and performing, and many of them do it much, much better than old fart Paul. Try as you might, you won't find no 'Long Tall Sally' on this album, and it's also quite understandable why Paul mostly sticks to more obscure material, like Chuck Berry's 'Brown Eyed Handsome Man' and other boogie tunes (title track, 'Honey Hush') whose authors I do not even know: when he does songs that are more well-known and usually evoke the original versions, it simply sounds horrendous. Me, for instance, I will never forget him for butchering 'I Got Stung', one of my favourite Elvis tunes; others will probably cringe at the way he massacres 'She Said Yeah', 'All Shook Up' or 'Movie Magg'.
The mellower numbers are a little bit more acceptable - 'Lonesome Town' is stupid, but it somehow gets into your head, and the same goes for 'No Other Baby' and a couple other tracks. Even so, none of this goes beyond 'cute'; and the worst thing is, it could never even hope to go beyond 'cute'. Wasn't it obvious that the project was doomed from the very start? Who really needs a fifty-six year old Paul McCartney wiggling his way through the melodies of his youth when, I dunno, at least we have Mick Jagger who is still able to do these kinds of things with enough conviction?
On the other hand, there are at least a few things that should be praised and supported about this album. Actually, not about the album itself, but about Paul's decision to make it. First, let us not forget that Back In USSR immediately preceded Flowers In The Dirt, Paul's famous comeback album which, if not fully, at least partially pulled him out of the slump where he'd spent most of the Eighties. In that sense, I do not exclude that Paul will be able to follow Devil with a more or less solid original work - we just have to wait and see. Second, like I said before, this is a serious self-assertion move: I sincerely hope that making this album has helped him in overcoming the loss of Linda and in rejuvenating his organism, at least a little. He didn't shoot himself, go on drugs or start anti-depressants: so much for the better, after all, isn't rock'n'roll the best cure for all diseases? Third, while nothing on here is really valuable, none of the tracks are actually horrible - Paul is no David Bowie, and he never approaches the old standards with a perverted mind to render them unlistenable. You can listen to this and not be ashamed. In that sense, my final judgement will be a bit contradictive: I'm really glad that this album exists, but I wouldn't advise anybody to waste his/her cash on it. And if you're a completist, chances are that you'll soon see multiple copies in used bins, too.
P.S. I see now that I was somewhat wrong in my predictions - just visited the All-Music Guide and they gave the album a suppah-duppah review, calling it something like a truly great record coming right after one of Paul's best solo efforts. Well, there are two possible explanations: either they just feel pity for poor Paul and do not consider it appropriate to bash the record out of ethical considerations (in which case I understand them, but call on you to never trust the AMG as their opinions are always conventional), or, more probable, the critical industry has recently underwent a massive atack of paranoia as a whole (in which case you should never trust anyone but yourself, brother).

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WORKING CLASSICAL

Year Of Release: 1999
Record rating = 5
Overall rating = 9

The old stuff is awesome, but the originals are, well, not thoroughly impressive.
Best song: MAYBE I'M AMAZED

I have been mostly staying away from Paul's classical work all these years - had a chance to buy Standing Stone cheap, but missed it intentionally, and hearing this album doesn't really make me want to regret my decision. It ain't just because I'm not a 'fan' of classical music or anything: I'm just not a big connoisseur of the classics, and I'd be hard pressed to describe a 'classical' record, especially written by a modern composer, not to mention a modern composer whose main specialty is not classical. Also, Paul McCartney is certainly no Frank Zappa: whereas Frank mostly got into 'classical' with his usual experimentalist purposes, trying to continue the avantgarde line of Varese and company, Paul mostly got into 'classical' with just the purpose of testing his forces in the genre. There's nothing 'avantgarde' about the compositions on this album - most of them are fairly traditionalist, and none break any new ground. The only difference from the two classical albums Paul had done earlier is thus the instrumental rearrangements of some of Paul's 'rock' material, and that's the main reason I actually bought this album: I suspected that the 'original' stuff would be dismissable, but the rearrangements could be interesting. And I was right.
There are three lengthy 'symphonies' here - entitled 'A Leaf', 'Spiral' and 'Tuesday' - and well, what can I say? As far as I can see, they're horrendously derivative of Russian symphonic music, especially the entire 'Leaf' and the first half of 'Spiral' which are almost ripped off of Tchaikowsky. I have not the slightest reason to go listen to these and skip the master, and, indeed, I don't recommend this to the fans at all. Yeah, just because it's McCartney, zillions of fans will rush out to buy it and then pretend it's great. Okay, maybe it's great, but if it's great, it's certainly not the fault of Paul himself. Not to mention that 'Tuesday' is, for the most part, abominable - tons of orchestral sap with an almost undistinguishable theme (sometimes I wonder if there is a theme). This is, in fact, pure 'mannerism' - he's going for a symphonic sound, but he's forgetting about substance. Just like he forgot about the substance while recording Flaming Pie, in amidst all the 'tremendous fan'; don't you think he's actually repeating himself?
Things, however, get much better when he ditches the London Symphony Orchestra and just presents his efforts to the 'Loma Mar Quartet' - a string quartet, right. The two 'originals', 'Haymakers' and 'Midwife', recorded with the quartet, are short, cute and gentle, especially the former. But the most interesting, for me, at least, are the 'remakes' of old McCartney classics. 'Junk' sounds truly awesome when performed by a string quartet - in fact, the result is so strikingly Vivaldi-esque that I'm seriously starting to consider the possibility of the tune being originally ripped off of some Eighteenth century, pre-Mozartian dude. Same goes for 'Maybe I'm Amazed' - the strings arrangement is majestic, and I have not the least doubt that adding a strings section to the original would have provided it even more grandeur and convincibility. The main problem is that these versions are so short you barely notice them in between the mastodontic orchestral 'sludge'.
Apart from that, Paul has a really strange selection of choices. Okay, 'My Love' is probably predictable, and this string quartet version might even be better than the regular version. But 'Warm And Beautiful'? That's easily the schlockiest tune on Speed Of Sound, and no strings are gonna save this one. 'She's My Baby'? Man! Why not 'Silly Love Songs' or 'Jet', then? Actually, the way the guys try to make their way through 'She's My Baby' is downright ridiculous - now here's one tune that's definitely untranslatable into classical, and yet, they try to make their best and fall flat on their face. And, of course, Paul never misses the chance to insert some reference to Flaming Pie: both 'Calico Skies' and 'Somedays' are reprised, and both of them are completely unremarkable. 'Golden Earth Girl' sounds fun, though, a bit sad and moody, and the decision to end the record with a one-minute snippet of 'The Lovely Linda' is perfectly understandable - after all, this is all mostly in memoriam.
In fact, I've been thinking: wouldn't it be nice for Paul to make this his last recorded effort? In that case, his solo career would be splendidly bookmarked - opening with 'Lovely Linda' on McCartney and closing with 'Lovely Linda' on WC. One could say that his entire solo output was recorded as some kind of loving tribute to his wife, then: what a great banner to be recording under... but I digress. Anyway, this record is not at all bad or anything, and the fact that Paul doesn't sing or doesn't try to rock out never makes it such an 'old man embarrassment' as Run Devil Run. Even so, recommended for the diehard only, and exclusively because of these nice little rearrangements. The original stuff is just another historic curio, nothing else.

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WINGS GREATEST

Year Of Release: 1977

An essential album to own if you're an amateur, and even more essential if you're a fan. Amateurs will certainly dig it cuz it has all the radio standards - 'Band On The Run' is here, and 'Jet', and 'With A Little Luck', and 'Let 'Em In', and 'My Love', and, last but not least, 'Silly Love Songs'. It even features one pre-Wings track - 'Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey' from Ram, which makes the album's title look somewhat suspicious. I regret the exclusion of a terrible lot of tracks that really showcase Macca so much more than these excellent, but commercial hits, but what can you do? It's a financial world we're living in... Obviously, it's compilations like that that make people at the worst write off Paul's career as stupid pop crap, and at the best say that 'oh, he writes memorable tunes, but they're shallow and insubstantial'. Go buy Red Rose Speedway and we'll see what's unsubstantial.
Fans will also want to get this record for the multiple hit singles that didn't make it onto the original LP's (some of these are now added as bonus tracks to original releases, but some still aren't available elsewhere). These include his first solid solo effort ('Another Day', so mercilessly thrashed by Lennon in 'How Do You Sleep'); the notorious James Bond half-instrumental ('Live And Let Die'); the raunchy drug anthem 'Hi Hi Hi', banned on radiostations; and the maturest of all, the song that redeems all the lightweight material on here - 1974's 'Junior's Farm', a psycho rocker much in the Band On The Run style. Plus there's yet another Brit anthem of the London Town era - the pseudo-folk chant 'Mull Of Kintyre' with an obsidious but memorable refrain. So, this record really runs the gamut from non-serious pop ditties to clever and significant psycho-rock. Unfortunately, people prefer to concentrate on the first and forget about the second. The great power of Mr Bias, no doubt. 


VIDEOS 
THE PAUL McCARTNEY SPECIAL

Year Of Release: 1986

A nice, hour-long interview with Paul including extracts from clips and live performances. The banter is mostly useless, even if it does shed some light on Paul's solo career, like his intricating relationships with other band members and stuff. But the musical stuff is for the most part extremely entertaining. Even the footage of Paul recording 'Press' in the studio (the video was probably used as promotional for Press To Play) is interesting, and you know how much I hate that album. The snatches of live Wings' performances are the real highlights ('Wild Life', 'Hi Hi Hi', 'Maybe I'm Amazed' and 'Jet' are terrific, and even the sugary 'My Love' is almost spectacular), plus you'll have a glimpse of how 'cool' (ahem) Paul looks in conventional dress while playing 'Goodnight Tonight', enjoy his solo acoustic performance of 'Peggy Sue', and have some fun at the videos of 'Helen Wheels' and 'Waterfalls'. Footage from the Tug Of War sessions shows us the last period of time when Paul still did look young, because the extracts from the Prince's Gala in 1986, where he gets to perform 'I Saw Her Standing There' and 'Long Tall Sally', aren't that inspiring. That's when his voice begins to fail him, you know. But, since the majority of the numbers comes from his pre-lousy period, it's still a hell of a video. Look for it cheap. 


PUT IT THERE

Year Of Release: 1989

This one's significantly worse: it concentrates on the making of Flowers In The Dirt and, besides the obligatory banter, all you get is footage from the sessions (a lot of it, though). So if you liked the album, you'll probably want to get the video, too. It has one major point: you get a chance to dig down into the peculiarities of Paul's working process, since most of the songs are 'explained' before they are launched. Fans of Elvis Costello will also rob to get this, because he's featured on 'My Brave Face' (even though briefly). The major surprise in the track selection is 'C Moon' (a very old single, actually, it was the B-side to 'Hi Hi Hi'), performed quite well. Paul's band is highly professional, but you know that from the albums already. What else? Nothing. 


PAUL IS LIVE

Year Of Release: 1993

The latest tour. This is the video companion to Paul Is Live, so I'm not gonna discuss it here. Recommended for the hugest fans only, because for me, Paul isn't a really huge attraction live. He does inflame the audience, but somehow it just doesn't get on through the VCR. The most interesting part is the film accompanying the tour: a fifteen-minute collage of various footage (Paul live, Paul at home, Paul's history, and Paul's latest Greenpeace obsession, all set to various Beatles and McCartney solo music). But it's too short and too derivative to be a good target for money-spending. As for the concert itself - you decide. The playing is good, but I don't enjoy looking at the faces of Paul's backup bands. And they do appear there a lot. 



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