Back in 1973, Paul McCartney and Wings released an album called Band on the Run. Although I loved the Beatles, when it came to the divorce in 1970, I stayed with John Lennon and listened intently to albums like Plastic Ono Band and Imagine.
Although my interest in John’s records tapered off as I welcomed the onslaught of T. Rex, Slade and then Bowie, I still carried a bit of disdain for Paul McCartney’s albums. Especially rubbish like “Bip Bop”, which was all over the radio at one stage.
Then they started playing tracks from Band on the Run. And they sounded good. The album was getting all these accolades. Even Bryan Ferry mentioned how he wished he could make an album like it.
I still wasn’t sold until I read a review that mentioned how “Let Me Roll It” outdid John Lennon. Intrigued, I sought out a friend with a large stereo and a copy of the record and asked him to play it.
Boom! Mind blown!
I couldn’t believe how good this song was. How great it sounded. I had to have the album just for that track. Then I had to tape the track so I could listen to it in my car. Loud. And in the car, it was a monster.
Then the album opened up to me, and eventually I became a fan, although subsequent records were never quite as satisfying. And he was all over the radio with “Silly Love Songs”, “Let ’Em In” and so forth.
But when Paul rocks, he is pure power pop.
Jeez, I didn’t even mention “Jet”!





