1967 proved to be a turning point for the Beatles—the overwhelming lack of public interest made touring a fiscal impossibility, subsequently forcing them to focus exclusively on studio recordings. Spearheaded by the increasingly mustachioed Fake Paul, the four Beatles donned comedic Technicolor dreamcoats, consumed 700 sheets of mediocre acid on the roof of the studio, and proceeded to make Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, a groundbreaking album no one actually likes. A concept album about finding a halfway decent song for Ringo, Sgt. Pepper has a few satisfactory moments (“Lovely Rita” totally nails the experience of almost having sex with a city employee), but this is only B+ work. It mostly seems like a slightly superior incarnation of The Rolling Stones’ Their Satanic Majesties Request, a record that (ironically) came out seven months after this one. Pop archivists might be intrigued by this strange parallel between the Beatles and the Stones catalogue—it often seems as if every interesting thing The Rolling Stones ever did was directly preceded by something the Beatles had already accomplished, and it almost feels like the Stones completely stopped evolving once the Beatles broke up in 1970. But this, of course, is simply a coincidence. I mean, what kind of bozo would compare the Beatles to The Rolling Stones?If the box set was under a $100, maybe I could buy it. And what's up with the whole limited edition of mono. I shake my fist at The Beatles, and especially for the mustachioed Fake Paul, real Paul would never have allowed this!
Monday, September 14, 2009
First of Klosterman does something quite awesome that few writers would dare to do and pull it off so well. He reviews the remastered box set of some obscure band from the sixties called The Beatles. There is so many great parts of the article, I had a hard time picking my favorite. However, when some uses the word "mustachioed" well I have to quote it. Here is reviewing that hard to come by album, Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.