This is the first review I write... and I wanted it to be about an album of a certain level. Looking at the pile of CDs in my room, the first one that caught my eye was this!
It's certainly one of the creative peaks of the Beatles (along with the "White Album" and "Revolver"), opened by the splendid title track which is later reprised in a decidedly more rocking version on the penultimate track (Editor's Note: I definitely prefer the second version... it grabs me too much!).
The album unfolds with catchy songs like When I'm Sixty-Four and Fixing a Hole and historical pieces like Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds (by the way... Julian Lennon's little friend to whom the song is dedicated just passed away a few days ago) and With a Little Help From My Friends... although the latter has been overshadowed by subsequent covers that, by comparison, have faded Ringo Starr's interpretation. But the most beautiful track on the album is the closing one: A Day In The Life is perhaps one of the most beautiful and modern songs by the Beatles, even if the rupture between Lennon and McCartney is already perfectly noticeable in it, becoming even more evident in the tracks of the "White Album" and "Abbey Road": here the two still manage to blend their creations, which could be two separate pieces, through a series of effects, which the Liverpool baronets could not do without after the experiment in "Revolver" of Tomorrow Never Knows.
Also worth mentioning is She's Leaving Home: years after the first listen, it still manages to move me, and despite the completely different structure from that of the other songs (it is decidedly slower compared to the rest of the album), it blends perfectly in the myriad of bright lights and colors of the album; it's like a pause to catch your breath before entering the circus of Being For The Benefit Of Mr. Kite!
In short, an indispensable masterpiece, without which modern music would not be the same.
"’A Day In The Life’ is the masterpiece above another 4-5 masterpieces, I seriously wouldn’t know how to define it."
"It’s like going to the theater and seeing 4 strangely dressed guys doing strange things singing natural, human music."
The whole class watches him squirm like a Houdini of the urban underclass, the new feminist girls then... kick the male chauvinist bear and spit rains down everywhere.
Davide X instead of lady laxatives could have found with unchanged results... a copy of the already much-mentioned Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.
Although inferior to contemporary "hard" rock songs by The Who, Rolling Stones or Kinks, it perhaps has the merit of introducing this kind of music to less attentive listeners.
A masterpiece that seems to have no weak points... you won’t hear it played in any dance entertainment for sixty-year-old professionals. Chapeau.
"Sgt. Pepper’s should be protected by an impenetrable case to avoid attacks from any deterrent agent of natural or artificial origin."
"Anyone who loves rock music and beyond MUST own ‘Sgt. Pepper’s.’"
It is no secret that the four used acids and the like, and with this album they show the damage that drugs cause to the brain.
I can’t fathom how some people dare to call it a record, even Wonderful, not realizing that they have in their hands the sickly vomit of four delirious drug addicts.