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Meet You in the Falling Rain.


There’s something about the simplicity of this song that I can’t get enough of.

Macca’s first solo album is famed for its primitive sound and production, which came about as a result of it being mostly recorded at home with a very basic set-up. There's an honesty and directness that's striking compared to the intricately produced Abbey Road (or the over-the-top Let it Be). While there are still big moments - Maybe I’m Amazed is the most obvious - it’s the intimacy that comes across the most, of the kind McCartney didn’t revisit so consistently until 1997’s Flaming Pie or 2005’s Chaos and Creation in the Backyard, a good twenty-seven / thirty-five years later.

While Paul’s debut album got a tough press when it was released, which wasn't helped by the recent breakup of The Beatles and the subsequent sniping from John, George and Ringo, it’s a far more solid affair than you'd imagine when listened to in retrospect; yes, some of it's a little throwaway and half-finished, but this may have had something to do with Macca’s need to clear the decks and not take things too seriously when faced with such a difficult backdrop. The result is a straightforward uncluttered collection of songs of which That Will Be Something is a highlight. Even George spoke its praises contemporaneously, which is surprising considering his low regard for Paul at the time. I just love the he rhythm he builds with just an acoustic, bass and drums and the percussive sounds of his voice. He also does one of his best Presley-style vocal turns; what’s not to like?

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