Some have criticized and continue to criticize this album in the name of the freedom to even tear down sacred monsters. I, on the other hand, defend it. "Beatles For Sale" contains, in my opinion, the first seeds of the new method of composing songs in a subjective manner that would become typical of the Beatles starting with "Rubber Soul," after the marijuana-clouded interlude of "Help!".
This is an album mostly written by Lennon, during his period of leadership in the group, concurrent with his discovery of the Dylan-like way of understanding and conceiving music. This is reflected in the mood that could be defined as "wintery" of some of his compositions, such as the opening "No Reply," with a driving middle section and a bitter lyric, a characteristic shared by the beautiful and pessimistic "I'm A Loser" and "I Don't Want To Spoil The Party," which recounts a situation in which we've all found ourselves (feeling out of place at a party). Certainly worth mentioning are "Baby's in Black" and "What You're Doing," also snapshots of not exactly happy moments and characters, which are contrasted by the sunny and extremely catchy "Eight Days A Week" and the bucolic "I'll Follow The Sun," one of McCartney's very first compositions.
If the album had been composed only of these songs, we would be looking at a much better work than how it presents to our ears, diluted as it is by unnecessary filler covers, among which I only save "Rock'n'Roll Music," already electrifying in Chuck Berry's original version. If you want advice, listen to this album on rainy days, perhaps feeling a bit chilled like the four of Liverpool depicted on the famous cover.
"No Reply" ... thirty seconds of magic, one of the highest peaks of the Beatles' expressiveness.
Just like a mother loves and defends her weaker child more fiercely, so the fans are touched by it and listen to it with affection.