McCartney hits a home run with his new album, Kisses On The Bottom, the sound is lightyears ahead of the garbage-rock work he did on 1971’s Ram. I’m not sure why I compare the two albums… I guess I just enjoy complaining about Ram any chance I can get.
The McCartney-as-lounge-singer motif is perfect: a distinguished statesmen, charming all the kiddies, handing out flowers. Why not. McCartney vs. Sinatra? Paul in a landslide. We know his past, The Beatles dominated, and now we know he can put away over a dozen easy singing standards. He even threw in a couple originals.
I can’t help but feel nostalgic listing to The Inch Worm, a song I remember from my childhood. Listening to McCartney sing it on this album feels just right to me.
I highly recommend listening.