Come On Guilty by Tommy McGee: A Soulful Ride You Didn’t Know You Needed
Alright, let me just say this upfront—Tommy McGee’s Come On Guilty is one of those albums that sneaks up on you. It doesn’t hit you over the head with flashy production or try-too-hard gimmicks. Nope. This is pure, unfiltered soul from the US, released under Tosted Music, and it feels like a warm hug on a cold day. If you’re into funk and soul (and honestly, who isn’t?), this record will sit right in your chest, like a second heartbeat.
Now, I gotta talk about two tracks here because they’ve been stuck in my brain for days. First off, “Come On.” Oh man, this song hits different. From the opening groove, it’s like McGee is standing right next to you, whispering, "Let go, just feel it." The bassline? Ridiculous. Like, I caught myself nodding along at the grocery store the other day, completely zoning out while picking apples. That’s how good it is—it pulls you in without even asking permission. And McGee’s voice? Smooth as butter but with enough grit to remind you he means business. It’s not just music; it’s an experience.
Then there’s “Guilty.” This track flips the vibe a little. It’s slower, moodier, and kinda makes you wanna stare out a rainy window while sipping something strong. The lyrics dig deep—you can tell McGee poured his soul into this one. There’s no faking that kind of vulnerability. By the time the horns kick in halfway through, you’re already sold. It’s the kind of song that stays with you long after it ends, lingering like the last bit of smoke from a candle you blew out.
What strikes me most about Come On Guilty is how real it feels. No overproduced nonsense, no desperate attempts to chase trends. Just raw emotion wrapped up in tight grooves and killer melodies. Listening to it feels like finding an old vinyl in your parents’ attic and realizing it’s exactly what you needed to hear today.
And here’s the kicker—I didn’t expect to love this album as much as I do. I mean, sure, I’m a sucker for soul music, but this? This feels personal, like McGee reached into my own life and pulled out these songs. Or maybe that’s just me projecting. Either way, if you haven’t given Come On Guilty a spin yet, you’re missing out. Big time.
Oh, and one last thing—don’t be surprised if you catch yourself humming “Come On” during random moments. Don’t fight it. Just let it happen.
