It has been little noted, but will be long remembered, I think, what a corking song stylist Paul McCartney really is. This fact has been obscured partly by the fact that he has developed a reputation as a composer (yes, I am indulging in understatement), but on this album and his recent Run Devil Run, he demonstrates that within a particular range of popular music, he can sing other people's music with enormous warmth and passion. The range he is strongest in is American soul, blues, country, and rock 'n roll. Somewhere at the bottom of his soul lies the conviction that he was really born black, or possibly a hillbilly, and that his job in life is to sing the soul of his people. From time to time he succombs to the temptation to strip his vocal cords on Lucille, Lawdy Miss Clawdy, and Kansas City, to gospel shout Ain't That a Shame, and to fix a resigned eye on the Midnight Special bearing down on him. Fine music, and he sings the socks off it. We owe a debt of gratitude to the Russian people for whom this album was made, for giving it back to us.