I like the songs from it I've heard. It has a pleasantly "classic" McCartney feel, and the Ronson-produced tracks pop nicely (as his productions always seem to.)
Along the lines of veterans like McCartney and Bowie (whose album is fantastic), Mavis Staples'
One True Vine also has one of my favorite songs from this year so far, her "I Like The Things About Me" (which Jeff Tweedy gives a nasty, gritty production that sounds fantastic.)
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.