When I first heard that McCartney had released a new work - Egypt Station - I wasn't really all that interested in listening to it. It wasn't until after reading of his embarrassing escapade as described in Vanity Fair, that I had a desire to give the new album a listen. I thought, if McCartney felt that getting the word out that he had a new album was worth telling a story about a Lennon/McCartney group masturbation episode, then I'd check out the album on Spotify.
I thought, no matter how embarrassing the music is, it can't be as embarrassing as his pre-Beatle circle jerk session story.
I've listened to the album twice on Spotify. No, the album isn't horrible. Some of the songs are pleasant enough, but if you're looking for a memorable tune, look somewhere else. There's really nothing new - we've heard all this before. There are no surprises. No Lady Madonna, Hey Jude, Yesterday or even Helter Skelter.
These songs might have been passable had they been written forty-five years ago, but in 2018, the entire album is a stale, warmed over vanilla pudding.
After listening to the album for the 2nd time, I had to rinse the vanilla from my brain by filling it with Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band's Lick my Decals off, Baby. That certainly did the trick.
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