Listening to: Foo Fighters - Band on the Run

Yesterday morning I was contentedly driving along in the newly washed and waxed Sonic Chariot. Decided to take a welcome break from my fevered inner thoughts so I switched the radio on. Tuned in halfway through some kind of interview with Paul McCartney - can't say I took too much notice at the time - after which Band on the Run got an airing.
For younger readers, this is the title track from the album of the same name, by Macca and his post-Beatles back-to-basics outfit, Alan Partridge favourites, Wings. Released in 1973, way before your mummies and daddies had even met, it was one of those vaguely annoying records that everyone in the world seemed to own, including it seemed to me, people who were otherwise not-too-arsed about music that much at all.

So there I am thinking I should be changing stations when I simultaneously start thinking that this song is sounding somehow better, in fact, a fair bit better, than it used to.
The rationalising part of my brain suggested that it was probably a 'Live' version from somewhere or other, which would explain it's harder, more don't stop a-rockin' sound. By the time we'd reached the 'Well the rain exploded with a mighty crash...' part I was at my destination, but felt compelled to stay in the car 'til it ended, because now I was a complete Wings-Revisionist, and of course, very, very worried about myself.

It transpired dear reader, as you will no doubt know by now, that this was/is the cover-version of said song by the Foo Fighters. Inspired choice I have to say. Dave Grohl actually sounds like Paul McCartney too. Yes, really.
If Wings had sounded like this way back, their trajectory through Pop Culture's airspace of the 1970's might have been very different.
And I might have become a Wings completist.