mrbalihai’s review published on Letterboxd:
Made it through one episode, then couldn't take anymore of that oversized hippie garden gnome, Rick Rubin, constantly gurning and fanboying while sitting at McCartney's feet like he's listening to God Almighty telling stories about writing songs based on furniture commercial taglines.
Some of Saint Paul's anecdotes were interesting, but for god's sake man, you're supposed to be a living legend, close your fucking mouth when you're chewing gum!
Also, whoever mixed the sound for this needs to be taken out behind the studio and put out of their misery. The conversational portions are just below the threshold of human hearing, but the music was cranked up so loud I had to frantically scramble for the remote to turn it down before it permanently damaged the hairs in my cochlea!