This was the seventh Beatles’ album, and showed a new commitment to experimentation in the studio at the expense of touring. There were also heavy doses of “tea” that were manifesting themselves in the music in varied, enhancing ways.
As a kid, Revolver frankly, freaked me out, as I couldn’t get a handle on the serious subject matter - how could the cute Beatles be talking about being “screwed in the ground” and some girl who knew “what it was like to be dead”? And Tomorrow Never Knows - what the heck was that all about? But as I got older, this admittedly forward-thinking collection became my favorite.
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