Last week, with a Twenty FIVE EURO voucher to spend at any of the many Golden Discs stores nationwide on offer we asked: what is the best post-Beatles tune by a Beatle?
You answered in your droves.
But there could only be one winner.
In reverse order so.
John Lennon- Mind Games
Nothing really encapsulates the Yoko Ono era and her influence – mostly for good in my opinion like the stunning crescendo to “Yes is the answer” in that song.
George Harrison – My Sweet Lord
… because of the way the song builds with each instrument joining makes for great listening. Also it is a very singable song.
Dub Spot writes:
…because of that Phil Spector produced wall of sound blended harmomic, chant-like chorus of the Hari Krishna and Christian dieties and because the song’s power reached the inner mind to the extent that Harrison was found to have subconsciously plagiarised “He’s So Fine”, a 1963 hit for the New York girl group the Chiffons. Great introduction to Mr H’s slide guitar technique too.
George Harrisson – Wah Wah
… because its what they would have made if they didn’t split up. Also, because of that brass layer
… because it sounds as fresh as the day it was first recorded and should have been on Abbey Road.
Paul McCartney – Back Seat Of My Car
The finest post-Beatles song by a Beatle is Macca’s The Back Seat of my Car because for me, it could’ve sat on Abbey Road and nobody would turn a hair.
It’s pedestrian enough really for the first 3 minutes, if you can call that achingly lovely melody ‘pedestrian’ but it’s at around the 3 minute mark where the repeated ‘We believe that we can’t be wrong’ gets repeated that it really starts to cook.
First there’s a key change, a slowdown of tempo, a wee drum fill and then fuppin’ hell does he cuts loose with the kind of screech that ten years earlier was puttin’ manners on lairy sailors in Hamburg.
Meanwhile, underneath the yowling there’s an orchestral motif/descending baseline thing that I’m pretty sure Guns’n’Roses had their eye on when they were winding down November Rain, which falls into a false ending, it all goes a bit mad for twenty seconds and all you can think is ‘Jaysus’.
If the song stopped before any of that McGubbins kicked off, it’d *still* be better than 75% of John’s solo output; the fact that it doesn’t and instead he just spends the last minute and a half simply showing off (because he’s Macca) in the way he does is mesmerising and sickening in equal measure. Probably rather like the man himself.
Last week: Frog Chorus, Anyone?