Adam Lovejoy writes from London: There comes a point when you say to yourself: enough’s enough. I’m talking about the dogged praise for the Beatles, as if they were some musical giants. Semi-educated dimwits, who’ve never opened a proper book in their life and never even heard of Mozart or Beethoven, are banging on about how great the Fab Four were and how they’ve influenced generations.
Let’s get one thing straight: the Beatles were just a pop band, ok? Three guys on electric guitars and one on drums. Just one of the groups that got lucky and had a huge marketing campaign unleashed in their name on the world of pop. The Beatles had good songs, no one disputes that, but they also had some pretty lousy ones. (Just listen to the White Album and you’ll know what I’m talking about.) And most of their lyrics were not that great. But at the time they fitted well into the ‘revolution’, the dumbing down of culture, and it worked out just fine. Eventually the Beatles got it into their heads that they were huge talents and it was just a matter of time before it all fell apart, like it always does when people start taking themselves way too seriously.
And then there were the drugs. Yes, the Beatles did their bit to promote dope. Which is not at all great. But the liberal trash loved them to bits for that. And, obviously, helped to promote them in a big way. Was Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds a good track? No, it wasn’t. It was pathetic actually. But the dopeheads couldn’t get enough of it. Turned it into their anthem. Just like Strawberry Fields, another very average song that became a hit just because it had druggy overtones in it.
The Beatles also appeared in films and they were total rubbish in them. They sang their songs to save the day but it didn’t really work out. They could have actually avoided making these films. Didn’t really enrich the cultural scene, these pathetic creations. But the people behind the band were too keen to make more money out of it and so the films were made.
After the Beatles had finally broken up, the legend was kept alive by the cunning marketing men, who were not prepared to lose out on their ‘legacy’. Especially as pop music generally was not really producing any great talents. So the idols had to be kept on the pedestal. And as a result the Fab Four were turned into ‘legends’ for generations of pop musicians, most of whom could hardly string a sentence together, wrote abysmal stuff and couldn’t really play or sing properly. And it came to a point when the Beatles became beyond reproach and criticism. What’s more, the politically correct brigade and the liberal mob started witch hunts against anyone who doubted the impact of the band on the world culture. Any punk could dance on the grave of the classics but if anyone dared to say a bad word about the Beatles, he was accused of near blasphemy.
These days the Beatles sound outdated. Back in the 1960s it worked. Well, some of it did. But nowadays it just seems not right. Times have moved on and the Beatles proved to be no classics to withstand the test. Yet, the marketing campaign goes on, with Paul McCartney keeping the ‘flame alive’ by appearing at major events and, to be brutally honest, looking old and freakish, as it happened at that Jubilee gig outside Buckingham Palace. And it all looks and sounds very primitive. But it seems to work on the Harry Potter generation with their low expectations and lack of good taste.