Times Online hat Rowan (7), Fred (6), Isabella (6) und Otto und Pearl Hodgkinson (8 und 6 Jahre alt) Songs der Beatles hören lassen und sie zu ihrer Meinung befragt.
Resolving to give the study session a chronological overview, I begin by putting She Loves You on to the record player. “She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah,” sing Lennon and McCartney on their Number One smash from 1963. “No she doesn’t,” Otto says.
“I thought it was quite strange,” comments Rowan when the song is over.
“It’s different from most of the songs I’ve heard.”
“I loved it,” says Isabella. Why? “I don’t really know.”
After musing for a while, index finger lodged in nostril, Fred concludes: “It’s good.”
Gleichzeitig reviewt Chuck Klosterman die remastered Re-Issue aller 13 Alben der Beatles für den A.V.Club, als wären sie eine völlig unbekannte und längst vergessene Band aus den 60ern.
Like most people, I was initially confused by EMI’s decision to release remastered versions of all 13 albums by the Liverpool pop group Beatles, a 1960s band so obscure that their music is not even available on iTunes. The entire proposition seems like a boondoggle. I mean, who is interested in old music? And who would want to listen to anything so inconveniently delivered on massive four-inch metal discs with sharp, dangerous edges? The answer: no one. When the box arrived in the mail, I briefly considered smashing the entire unopened collection with a ball-peen hammer and throwing it into the mouth of a lion. But then, against my better judgment, I arbitrarily decided to give this hippie shit an informal listen. And I gotta admit—I’m impressed. This band was mad prolific.
It is not easy to categorize the Beatles’ music; more than any other group, their sound can be described as “Beatlesque.” It’s akin to a combination of Badfinger, Oasis, Corner Shop, and everyother rock band that’s ever existed.