It was fifty years ago today – it’s a boomer cultural touchstone – but is it any good?
So I gave it another spin (I didn’t – I listened to some dodgy mono recording online).
I lent it my ears if you will – after a three-decade gap.
And I realised that it’s not only NOT the best album of all time, it’s not The Beatles’ best album (maybe their fourth).
It’s not even the best album released in 1967.
Revolver has all the things for which Sgt Pepper’s is feted but few of its flaws.
Artwork cover? Tick.
Sonically inventive? Tick.
Socially aware? Tick.
Modish drug references? Tick.
What Revolver doesn’t have is a half-assed ‘concept’ (who was Billy Spears and where did he go after song 2?) nor is it padded with Beatles offcuts.
‘Yellow Submarine’ is admittedly (the ‘give Ringo one song’ policy spoilt a few Beatles albums) naff – the rest of Revolver is pop perfection.