The Beatles
Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band

THE REVIEW

Today, in the first of my asshole reviews, I'll reveal something to you: Sgt. Pepper's is a big album by smartasses.

But let's start where we need to start, that is, from the ass of the thing, and then get to the head.

First of all, the Bitols were a bunch of assholes, then luckily the least asshole, Gion, stepped aside and minded his own business, with all that popò we know. Giorg also behaved well, with the Bangladesh story and the funny religious nonsense, while Ringo, after dragging his ass out of the band, began to drink three times as much as before, and this proves it's better to earn a lot. And Pol? He did nonsense for ten years before recovering, with the Uings! What an asshole!!

But the Sergeant more than anything was nonsense in my opinion.

First of all, it starts with that mess that sounds like a badly tuned radio - an idea as old as Noah's ass - and that series of stupid guitar strums at the beginning, with the silly story of the circus, which repeats in Biaing for de benefit ov mistercait, but what strikes me most is the nonsense of “Scis livin hhhommm,” where while the kids of half the world were freeing themselves from bourgeois nonsense, we're in '67, we hear the castrated-like voices (assholes) of two Bitols sitting with their asses on a pile of pounds saying that it's dad who is pitiful, sniffing with emotion because his daughter took her ass away from home to get around (scis heeeeeviiing faaaaan, they say under the orchestra); they, like assholes, prefer to think about when they'll be 64 years old and have their little feet and ass warm again, as shown by Uen aim sixti for. The only cool thing about the album is that Indian stuff, which Giorg does amazingly, even though he's still an asshole. Then there's that great nonsense of A day in de laif, which is just an orchestral crescendo and there are even two poorly attached pieces, when you hear a kind of acceleration. And what to say about Gud morning? It feels like being in a barn. And uiz a lidel help? Church group stuff, damn!! And don't try to preach to me with Ficsking a hol, where at some point it seems like everyone gets pissed, speeding up, or with Ghettin bedar, where these gentlemen, while deafening us with sharp instruments, act tough with a hard shell, i.e., act like assholes, or with Lusi in de scai, because such a stoned song in '67 isn't worth a damn. Psychedelia was already 2 years old and psychedelic songs didn't have those juvenile detention structures, i.e., like assholes.

Technical judgment:

Unbearabbole!!