Private Paradise

Think of “Private Paradise” as less of a mosaic of individual talent and more of a melting pot of some of the highest echelon of talent on today’s scene. Every element adds what is needed at the time—nothing more and nothing less. Inside a coy chord progression, you hear percussive strumming from Roberts, assured yet unpretentious vocals from McFadden, subtly flashy organ fills from Spies, all filled out by Miles Tackett, Wally Ingram, and Jeff Franca holding down the fort in the pocket.