Kyle M, The Real Me ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Bob Dylan’s Blood on the Tracks, Joni Mitchell’s Blue, and Kyle M’s The Real Me. What do these three albums have in common? They are all unflinchingly vulnerable and raw portraits of their authors. What former comedic actor Kyle Mooney has achieved here is nothing short of a revelation. This is, without question, the new high water mark that all songwriters are going to strive to achieve.
When you first heard that Kyle Mooney was releasing an album you probably, much like I, thought, “Oh, this clown? This weaselly, scrawny, no chin having, probably smells of ranch dressing, joke of a human being is getting into music? Wonder how he’s gonna fuck this up?” But then you hear the poetic musings on not just his own life, but society as a whole, and you think, “Gee, maybe I’ve been too harsh on this man who’s the personification of a jar of mayonnaise?”
Just listen to the paranoid “Digital Society,” or the Lennon/McCartney inspired “Gwendolyn Bartley,” or the heartbreakingly personal “Kid on the Range.” It’s all here, and it all represents him. The real Kyle Mooney.
Favorite song: “House That’s Haunted”
