All the rules fell by the wayside with
Revolver
, as
the Beatles
began exploring new sonic territory, lyrical subjects, and styles of composition. It wasn't just
Lennon
and
McCartney
, either --
Harrison
staked out his own dark territory with the tightly wound, cynical rocker
"Taxman"
; the jaunty yet dissonant
"I Want to Tell You"
; and
"Love You To,"
George
's first and best foray into Indian music. Such explorations were bold, yet they were eclipsed by
's trippy kaleidoscopes of sound. His most straightforward number was
"Doctor Robert,"
an ode to his dealer, and things just got stranger from there as he buried
"And Your Bird Can Sing"
in a maze of multi-tracked guitars, gave
Ringo
a charmingly hallucinogenic slice of childhood whimsy in
"Yellow Submarine,"
and then capped it off with a triptych of bad trips: the spiraling
"She Said She Said"
; the crawling, druggy
"I'm Only Sleeping"
"Tomorrow Never Knows,"
a pure nightmare where
John
sang portions of the
Tibetan Book of the Dead
into a suspended microphone over
's thundering, menacing drumbeats and layers of overdubbed, phased guitars and tape loops.
's experiments were formal, as he tried on every
pop
style from
chamber pop
to
soul
, and when placed alongside
's and
's outright experimentations,
's songcraft becomes all the more impressive. The biggest miracle of
may be that
covered so much new stylistic ground and executed it perfectly on one record, or it may be that all of it holds together perfectly. Either way, its daring sonic adventures and consistently stunning songcraft set the standard for what
pop/rock
could achieve. Even after
Sgt. Pepper
,
stands as the ultimate modern
album and it's still as emulated as it was upon its original release. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine