Almost 50 years on and we’re still having pub debates as to what should have been on The White Album, or left off. Even if you find Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da grating, or Piggies overly cynical, would you really want it any other way? I’ll always argue that Revolution 9 is a roaring success that granted rock musicians the licence to get their hands dirty applying razors to tape like they were Stockhausen himself. Glass Onion and Savoy Truffle have always been top larks in my book. Ringo’s turns are charming as hell and McCartney invents noise rock and / or metal on Helter Skelter. Lennon is open-hearted on Dear Prudence, beguilingly jaded on Sexy Sadie and Yer Blues, with Yoko upsetting the applecart in a much-needed way. And you might even have forgotten Harrison’s heavenly Long, Long, Long.
The best argument for artistic self-indulgence and grumpy bandmates ever, sounding better than ever on remastered (double, of course) vinyl.