Paul McCartney: Egypt Station review â" back to where he once belonged
Alexis Petridis's album of the week Paul McCartney Paul McCartney: Egypt Station review â" back to where he once belonged 3 / 5 stars 3 out of 5 stars.
Macca tries to keep up with the kids by recording with super-songwriter Ryan Tedder, but the strongest moments are when he embraces his own innate talent for melody â" and his angst
During the promotional blitzkrieg for his 25thpost-Beatles solo studio album, Paul McCartney told a revealing story about one of its tracks. Fuh You was made in collaboration with Ryan Tedder, a songwriter-for-hire best known for writing Leona Lewisâs Bleeding Love and BeyoncÃ©âs Halo. A chart fixture throughout the 70s and 80s, McCartney last had a Top 10 single 31 years ago â" unless you count his supporting role on Rihannaâs Fourfiveseconds, when his voice was sped up and drowned out by Kanye West. He sought out Tedder, he explained with admirable candour, in pursuit of âa hitâ. During the sessions for the track, however, McCartney became concerned: âIâve been involved with songs that have meaning, and this doesnât amount to anything,â he protested. âYâknow, I wrote Eleanor Rigby.â
The track in question rather makes you wish heâd paid attention to his haughty inner voice. It is a less traumatic experience for the listener than Mick Jaggerâs recent collaboration with Skepta, but there is still something depressing about a Paul McCartney song that sounds as if it was assembled on a latterday pop production line. Not least because it doesnât sound like the kind of undeniable smash that latterday pop production lines occasionally come up with, but the stuff they palm off to pad out albums. The best thing about it might be its Beatle nerd-appeasing title, with its reference to the obscure Apple-released single King of Fuh by Brute Force.
Itâs the latest in a series of ungainly lunges for contemporaneity on McCartneyâs part. On his last album before this one, New (2013), for example, he hooked up with Mark Ronson to peddle a bit of thumpy post-Mumford faux-folk called Everybody Out There. You can understand where the drive for this kind of thing comes from: if you had spent your 20s at the absolute nexus of p op culture, everything shifting and changing in the wake of whatever you chose to do, you too might long to be at the centre once more. But it feels unnecessary. What we might call Paul McCartneyâs classic style is a fundamental part of pop musicâs DNA. Half a century after his creative zenith, its echoes are still everywhere and one suspects they always will be. He doesnât need to strive for contemporaneity in order to sound contemporary.
Itâs a point borne out by Egypt Station, which is at its best when it finds new ways for McCartney to be as McCartneyesque as possible. Opener I Donât Know shows his extraordinary melodic facility is completely intact â" the tune is impossibly sumptuous â" and taps into a strain of darkness in his writing that is often disregarded, overshadowed as it was by John Lennonâs front-and-centre angst, and then buried beneath the chipper Fab Macca image. This is the distracted, haunted McCartney heard on Fixing a Hole or Waterfalls or , more recently, on Chaos and Creation in the Backyard, by some distance his best 00s album.
Despite Repeated Warnings is an alternately racked and vaguely optimistic response to the rise of Donald Trump. That and Hunt You Down/Naked/C-Link both show his penchant for episodic songwriting, complete with sudden shifts in tempo and mood, and have caused excitable voices to start evoking A Day in the Life and side two of Abbey Road. Despite Repeated Warnings does have a hint of the former â" the bit where it dramatically accelerates is powered by a similar bass pulse, an old trick that still works to heart-quickenin g effect â" but letâs calm down a little. These two songs are better compared with Wingsâ still-excellent Band on the Run, or the 11-minute medley that concludes 1973âs Red Rose Speedway. Still, listening to them, youâre struck by how good McCartney is at this kind of thing, how well each element fits, how it never sounds fragmentary or patched together.
The state of McCartneyâs voice in recent years has caused some consternation, but its audibly aged, slightly quavering quality works here, adding an affecting dying-of-the-light edge to Confidanteâs acoustic saga of regret and friendship lost, and a sense of hard-won experience to Happy With You. A man who once literally wrote a love song to marijuana â" Got to Get You Into My Life â" here renounces the weed in favour of the beauty of nature and companionship.
Egypt Station is not without flaws. Quite aside from the misstep of Fuh You, it could use a trim â" the world could probably have struggled on so mehow without hearing the inconsequential Back in Brazil for a start. Which points to another longstanding issue with McCartneyâs latterday output: who among his young collaborators is going to tell the guy who wrote Eleanor Rigby that a couple of his songs arenât up to much? At its best, however, Egypt Station is an affirmation of an enduring talent, the work of an artist who has no need to try and be anything other than what he is.
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