You should know that I discovered the Beatles at 12, with "She Loves You". I had a kind of delayed Beatlemania; a gentleman gave me a book in Dutch with beautiful photos, among which there were pieces of napkin sold "for the price of gold" where the Beatles had eaten. I'm not sure, but I was truly crazy about them; I dreamed of them at night, if I found an article about them I would cut it out and glue it with Vinavil into a notebook. And I'm male, but I recognize a latent homosexuality in this, because how else can one explain this unconditional, devoted, exclusive "love" - We're all gay - Anyway, I remember that the favorite albums ranged from "Please Please Me" to "Meet The Beatles": already "Help" was dangerously subversive with that "Yesterday": it was already too serious, adult.
I liked the smooth Beatles, without mustaches or beards, at most "Ticket To Ride". I went crazy, in fact, for their re-editions like "Please Mr. Postman" or "Not A Second Time". The top was the "Help" movie which Rai aired thirty years ago in the late slot: my parents understood and let me have free rein. That Richard Lester film was the top for me, seeing the Beatles "move" and sing in a movie was a memorable event.
That is why, for me, their best album is "With The Beatles": the real Beatles, sparse, with some unbeatable songs like "Don't Bother Me" by George Harrison (the best of the album), and a certain "All My Loving". We are in full Beatlemania, alright, not much under the sun from a musical point of view, but this album and the subsequent "A Hard Day's Night" have sparked a wide-ranging revival of Rock n Roll globally: thanks to them, a "small phenomenon" like the American sixties garage punk of Seeds - We The People - Standells developed, basically the Sixties garage sound.
A kick-ass album with all the trimmings.
The Beatles themselves were defining the Merseybeat trend, although everything in these songs suggests how much they wished to escape any definition.
In just over half an hour, you can go from listening to the pop perfection of the McCartney-like 'All My Loving' to the rage of father-to-be Lennon.
The progress is evident and deserves a pass, even if it isn’t 'A Hard Day’s Night' or 'Help!'.
"Please Mr. Postman," a splendid cover... I adore it and prefer it much more to 'Twist and Shout'.
The history of rock would have had different evolutions without that July 6, 1957.
‘With the Beatles’ was the first songbook ... so to speak...