• Richard Goldstein's Negative Review of Sgt. Pepper

    From Norbert K@21:1/5 to All on Mon Jun 14 04:02:00 2021
    On June 18, 1967, the New York Times ran a negative review of the Beatles' Sgt. Pepper album by music critic Richard Goldstein. Here are excerpts from that review:

    The finished product reached the record racks last week; the Beatles had supervised even the album cover -- a mind-blowing collage of famous and obscure people, plants and artifact. The 12 new compositions in the album are as elaborately conceived
    as the cover. The sound is a pastiche of dissonance and lushness. The mood is mellow, even nostalgic. But, like the cover, the over-all effect is busy, hip, and cluttered.

    Like an over-attended child, "Sgt. Pepper" is spoiled. It reeks of horns and harps, harmonica quartets, assorted animal noises and a 41-piece orchestra. On at least one cut, the Beatles are not heard at all instrumentally. Sometimes this
    elaborate musical propwork succeeds in projecting mood. The "Sgt. Pepper" theme is brassy and vaudevillian. "She's Leaving Home," a melodramatic domestic saga, flows on a cloud of heavenly strings. And, in what is becoming a Beatles tradition, George
    Harrison unveils his latest excursion into curry and karma, to the saucy accompaniment of three tambouras, a dilruba, a tabla, a sitar, a table harp, three cellos and eight violins.

    [Snip of lengthy critical commentary on George's contribution.]

    The obsession with production, coupled with a surprising shoddiness in composition, permeates the whole album. There is nothing beautiful on "Sgt. Pepper." Nothing is real and there is nothing to get hung about. The Lennon raunchiness has become
    mere caprice in "Being For the Benefit of Mr. Kite." Paul McCartney's soaring Pop magnificats have become merely politely profound. "She's Leaving Home" preserves all the orchestral grandeur of "Eleanor Rigby," but its framework is emaciated. The tale
    of a provincial lass who walks out on a repressed home life, leaving parents sobbing in her wake, is simply no match for those swirling strings. Where "Eleanor Rigby" compressed tragedy into poignant detail, "She's Leaving Home" is uninspired narrative,
    and nothing more. By the third depressing hearing, it begins to sound like an immense put-on.

    [Snip of critique of "Lucy in the Sky."]

    For the first time, the Beatles have given us an album of special effects, dazzling but ultimately fraudulent. And for the first time, it is not exploration we sense, but consolidation. There is a touch of the Jefferson Airplane, a dab of Beach
    Boys vibrations, and a generous pat of gymnastics from the Who.

    [End of excerpts.]

    Robert Christgau later gave a much more favorable review of the album, but noted that Goldstein had almost been "lynched" for his comments. Christgau devoted some space to a defense of Goldstein's integrity.



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  • From RJKellog@yahoo.com@21:1/5 to Norbert K on Sat Jun 26 06:26:14 2021
    On Monday, June 14, 2021 at 7:02:02 AM UTC-4, Norbert K wrote:
    On June 18, 1967, the New York Times ran a negative review of the Beatles' Sgt. Pepper album by music critic Richard Goldstein. Here are excerpts from that review:

    The finished product reached the record racks last week; the Beatles had supervised even the album cover -- a mind-blowing collage of famous and obscure people, plants and artifact. The 12 new compositions in the album are as elaborately conceived as
    the cover. The sound is a pastiche of dissonance and lushness. The mood is mellow, even nostalgic. But, like the cover, the over-all effect is busy, hip, and cluttered.

    Like an over-attended child, "Sgt. Pepper" is spoiled. It reeks of horns and harps, harmonica quartets, assorted animal noises and a 41-piece orchestra. On at least one cut, the Beatles are not heard at all instrumentally. Sometimes this elaborate
    musical propwork succeeds in projecting mood. The "Sgt. Pepper" theme is brassy and vaudevillian. "She's Leaving Home," a melodramatic domestic saga, flows on a cloud of heavenly strings. And, in what is becoming a Beatles tradition, George Harrison
    unveils his latest excursion into curry and karma, to the saucy accompaniment of three tambouras, a dilruba, a tabla, a sitar, a table harp, three cellos and eight violins.

    [Snip of lengthy critical commentary on George's contribution.]

    The obsession with production, coupled with a surprising shoddiness in composition, permeates the whole album. There is nothing beautiful on "Sgt. Pepper." Nothing is real and there is nothing to get hung about. The Lennon raunchiness has become mere
    caprice in "Being For the Benefit of Mr. Kite." Paul McCartney's soaring Pop magnificats have become merely politely profound. "She's Leaving Home" preserves all the orchestral grandeur of "Eleanor Rigby," but its framework is emaciated. The tale of a
    provincial lass who walks out on a repressed home life, leaving parents sobbing in her wake, is simply no match for those swirling strings. Where "Eleanor Rigby" compressed tragedy into poignant detail, "She's Leaving Home" is uninspired narrative, and
    nothing more. By the third depressing hearing, it begins to sound like an immense put-on.

    [Snip of critique of "Lucy in the Sky."]

    For the first time, the Beatles have given us an album of special effects, dazzling but ultimately fraudulent. And for the first time, it is not exploration we sense, but consolidation. There is a touch of the Jefferson Airplane, a dab of Beach Boys
    vibrations, and a generous pat of gymnastics from the Who.

    [End of excerpts.]

    Robert Christgau later gave a much more favorable review of the album, but noted that Goldstein had almost been "lynched" for his comments. Christgau devoted some space to a defense of Goldstein's integrity.

    Pepper isn't my favorite Beatles album, and I can where the critic is coming from with some of his comments. Where did he Who-like gymnastics, though? I don't hear that at all.

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  • From cuppajoe2go@21:1/5 to RJKe...@yahoo.com on Sat Jun 26 21:28:39 2021
    On Saturday, June 26, 2021 at 6:26:15 AM UTC-7, RJKe...@yahoo.com wrote:
    On Monday, June 14, 2021 at 7:02:02 AM UTC-4, Norbert K wrote:
    On June 18, 1967, the New York Times ran a negative review of the Beatles' Sgt. Pepper album by music critic Richard Goldstein. Here are excerpts from that review:

    The finished product reached the record racks last week; the Beatles had supervised even the album cover -- a mind-blowing collage of famous and obscure people, plants and artifact. The 12 new compositions in the album are as elaborately conceived as
    the cover. The sound is a pastiche of dissonance and lushness. The mood is mellow, even nostalgic. But, like the cover, the over-all effect is busy, hip, and cluttered.

    Like an over-attended child, "Sgt. Pepper" is spoiled. It reeks of horns and harps, harmonica quartets, assorted animal noises and a 41-piece orchestra. On at least one cut, the Beatles are not heard at all instrumentally. Sometimes this elaborate
    musical propwork succeeds in projecting mood. The "Sgt. Pepper" theme is brassy and vaudevillian. "She's Leaving Home," a melodramatic domestic saga, flows on a cloud of heavenly strings. And, in what is becoming a Beatles tradition, George Harrison
    unveils his latest excursion into curry and karma, to the saucy accompaniment of three tambouras, a dilruba, a tabla, a sitar, a table harp, three cellos and eight violins.

    [Snip of lengthy critical commentary on George's contribution.]

    The obsession with production, coupled with a surprising shoddiness in composition, permeates the whole album. There is nothing beautiful on "Sgt. Pepper." Nothing is real and there is nothing to get hung about. The Lennon raunchiness has become mere
    caprice in "Being For the Benefit of Mr. Kite." Paul McCartney's soaring Pop magnificats have become merely politely profound. "She's Leaving Home" preserves all the orchestral grandeur of "Eleanor Rigby," but its framework is emaciated. The tale of a
    provincial lass who walks out on a repressed home life, leaving parents sobbing in her wake, is simply no match for those swirling strings. Where "Eleanor Rigby" compressed tragedy into poignant detail, "She's Leaving Home" is uninspired narrative, and
    nothing more. By the third depressing hearing, it begins to sound like an immense put-on.

    [Snip of critique of "Lucy in the Sky."]

    For the first time, the Beatles have given us an album of special effects, dazzling but ultimately fraudulent. And for the first time, it is not exploration we sense, but consolidation. There is a touch of the Jefferson Airplane, a dab of Beach Boys
    vibrations, and a generous pat of gymnastics from the Who.

    [End of excerpts.]

    Robert Christgau later gave a much more favorable review of the album, but noted that Goldstein had almost been "lynched" for his comments. Christgau devoted some space to a defense of Goldstein's integrity.
    Pepper isn't my favorite Beatles album, and I can where the critic is coming from with some of his comments. Where did he Who-like gymnastics, though? I don't hear that at all.

    So, how long was Goldstein enrolled in the Citizen's Protection Program?

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  • From Mack A. Damia@21:1/5 to swjenkins12@gmail.com on Sun Jun 27 08:29:04 2021
    On Sat, 26 Jun 2021 21:28:39 -0700 (PDT), cuppajoe2go
    <swjenkins12@gmail.com> wrote:

    On Saturday, June 26, 2021 at 6:26:15 AM UTC-7, RJKe...@yahoo.com wrote:
    On Monday, June 14, 2021 at 7:02:02 AM UTC-4, Norbert K wrote:
    On June 18, 1967, the New York Times ran a negative review of the Beatles' Sgt. Pepper album by music critic Richard Goldstein. Here are excerpts from that review:

    The finished product reached the record racks last week; the Beatles had supervised even the album cover -- a mind-blowing collage of famous and obscure people, plants and artifact. The 12 new compositions in the album are as elaborately conceived
    as the cover. The sound is a pastiche of dissonance and lushness. The mood is mellow, even nostalgic. But, like the cover, the over-all effect is busy, hip, and cluttered.

    Like an over-attended child, "Sgt. Pepper" is spoiled. It reeks of horns and harps, harmonica quartets, assorted animal noises and a 41-piece orchestra. On at least one cut, the Beatles are not heard at all instrumentally. Sometimes this elaborate
    musical propwork succeeds in projecting mood. The "Sgt. Pepper" theme is brassy and vaudevillian. "She's Leaving Home," a melodramatic domestic saga, flows on a cloud of heavenly strings. And, in what is becoming a Beatles tradition, George Harrison
    unveils his latest excursion into curry and karma, to the saucy accompaniment of three tambouras, a dilruba, a tabla, a sitar, a table harp, three cellos and eight violins.

    [Snip of lengthy critical commentary on George's contribution.]

    The obsession with production, coupled with a surprising shoddiness in composition, permeates the whole album. There is nothing beautiful on "Sgt. Pepper." Nothing is real and there is nothing to get hung about. The Lennon raunchiness has become
    mere caprice in "Being For the Benefit of Mr. Kite." Paul McCartney's soaring Pop magnificats have become merely politely profound. "She's Leaving Home" preserves all the orchestral grandeur of "Eleanor Rigby," but its framework is emaciated. The tale of
    a provincial lass who walks out on a repressed home life, leaving parents sobbing in her wake, is simply no match for those swirling strings. Where "Eleanor Rigby" compressed tragedy into poignant detail, "She's Leaving Home" is uninspired narrative, and
    nothing more. By the third depressing hearing, it begins to sound like an immense put-on.

    [Snip of critique of "Lucy in the Sky."]

    For the first time, the Beatles have given us an album of special effects, dazzling but ultimately fraudulent. And for the first time, it is not exploration we sense, but consolidation. There is a touch of the Jefferson Airplane, a dab of Beach Boys
    vibrations, and a generous pat of gymnastics from the Who.

    [End of excerpts.]

    Robert Christgau later gave a much more favorable review of the album, but noted that Goldstein had almost been "lynched" for his comments. Christgau devoted some space to a defense of Goldstein's integrity.
    Pepper isn't my favorite Beatles album, and I can where the critic is coming from with some of his comments. Where did he Who-like gymnastics, though? I don't hear that at all.

    So, how long was Goldstein enrolled in the Citizen's Protection Program?

    Note that none of The Beatles are Jewish.

    Goldstein is Jewish, and jealousy and grudge are rampant. 'Tis a form
    of passive-aggressiveness. He had to write "something" to get
    noticed.

    Look around. You can see it elsewhere.

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  • From Norbert K@21:1/5 to Mack A. Damia on Mon Jun 28 11:25:44 2021
    On Sunday, June 27, 2021 at 11:29:09 AM UTC-4, Mack A. Damia wrote:
    On Sat, 26 Jun 2021 21:28:39 -0700 (PDT), cuppajoe2go
    <swjen...@gmail.com> wrote:

    On Saturday, June 26, 2021 at 6:26:15 AM UTC-7, RJKe...@yahoo.com wrote:
    On Monday, June 14, 2021 at 7:02:02 AM UTC-4, Norbert K wrote:
    On June 18, 1967, the New York Times ran a negative review of the Beatles' Sgt. Pepper album by music critic Richard Goldstein. Here are excerpts from that review:

    The finished product reached the record racks last week; the Beatles had supervised even the album cover -- a mind-blowing collage of famous and obscure people, plants and artifact. The 12 new compositions in the album are as elaborately conceived
    as the cover. The sound is a pastiche of dissonance and lushness. The mood is mellow, even nostalgic. But, like the cover, the over-all effect is busy, hip, and cluttered.

    Like an over-attended child, "Sgt. Pepper" is spoiled. It reeks of horns and harps, harmonica quartets, assorted animal noises and a 41-piece orchestra. On at least one cut, the Beatles are not heard at all instrumentally. Sometimes this elaborate
    musical propwork succeeds in projecting mood. The "Sgt. Pepper" theme is brassy and vaudevillian. "She's Leaving Home," a melodramatic domestic saga, flows on a cloud of heavenly strings. And, in what is becoming a Beatles tradition, George Harrison
    unveils his latest excursion into curry and karma, to the saucy accompaniment of three tambouras, a dilruba, a tabla, a sitar, a table harp, three cellos and eight violins.

    [Snip of lengthy critical commentary on George's contribution.]

    The obsession with production, coupled with a surprising shoddiness in composition, permeates the whole album. There is nothing beautiful on "Sgt. Pepper." Nothing is real and there is nothing to get hung about. The Lennon raunchiness has become
    mere caprice in "Being For the Benefit of Mr. Kite." Paul McCartney's soaring Pop magnificats have become merely politely profound. "She's Leaving Home" preserves all the orchestral grandeur of "Eleanor Rigby," but its framework is emaciated. The tale of
    a provincial lass who walks out on a repressed home life, leaving parents sobbing in her wake, is simply no match for those swirling strings. Where "Eleanor Rigby" compressed tragedy into poignant detail, "She's Leaving Home" is uninspired narrative, and
    nothing more. By the third depressing hearing, it begins to sound like an immense put-on.

    [Snip of critique of "Lucy in the Sky."]

    For the first time, the Beatles have given us an album of special effects, dazzling but ultimately fraudulent. And for the first time, it is not exploration we sense, but consolidation. There is a touch of the Jefferson Airplane, a dab of Beach
    Boys vibrations, and a generous pat of gymnastics from the Who.

    [End of excerpts.]

    Robert Christgau later gave a much more favorable review of the album, but noted that Goldstein had almost been "lynched" for his comments. Christgau devoted some space to a defense of Goldstein's integrity.
    Pepper isn't my favorite Beatles album, and I can where the critic is coming from with some of his comments. Where did he Who-like gymnastics, though? I don't hear that at all.

    So, how long was Goldstein enrolled in the Citizen's Protection Program? Note that none of The Beatles are Jewish.

    Goldstein is Jewish, and jealousy and grudge are rampant. 'Tis a form
    of passive-aggressiveness. He had to write "something" to get
    noticed.

    Look around. You can see it elsewhere.

    I think that Goldstein was stating honest criticisms of the album. In response to the upset that greeted his review, he said that, his negative review notwithstanding, "Pepper" was still better than 80% of the music around; and that Rubber Soul and
    Revolver were stronger records. I'll buy that.

    His positive review of Revolver was published in an NY paper; I'll see if I can find it.

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  • From Mack A. Damia@21:1/5 to norbertkosky69@gmail.com on Mon Jun 28 11:41:31 2021
    On Mon, 28 Jun 2021 11:25:44 -0700 (PDT), Norbert K
    <norbertkosky69@gmail.com> wrote:

    On Sunday, June 27, 2021 at 11:29:09 AM UTC-4, Mack A. Damia wrote:
    On Sat, 26 Jun 2021 21:28:39 -0700 (PDT), cuppajoe2go
    <swjen...@gmail.com> wrote:

    On Saturday, June 26, 2021 at 6:26:15 AM UTC-7, RJKe...@yahoo.com wrote:
    On Monday, June 14, 2021 at 7:02:02 AM UTC-4, Norbert K wrote:
    On June 18, 1967, the New York Times ran a negative review of the Beatles' Sgt. Pepper album by music critic Richard Goldstein. Here are excerpts from that review:

    The finished product reached the record racks last week; the Beatles had supervised even the album cover -- a mind-blowing collage of famous and obscure people, plants and artifact. The 12 new compositions in the album are as elaborately
    conceived as the cover. The sound is a pastiche of dissonance and lushness. The mood is mellow, even nostalgic. But, like the cover, the over-all effect is busy, hip, and cluttered.

    Like an over-attended child, "Sgt. Pepper" is spoiled. It reeks of horns and harps, harmonica quartets, assorted animal noises and a 41-piece orchestra. On at least one cut, the Beatles are not heard at all instrumentally. Sometimes this
    elaborate musical propwork succeeds in projecting mood. The "Sgt. Pepper" theme is brassy and vaudevillian. "She's Leaving Home," a melodramatic domestic saga, flows on a cloud of heavenly strings. And, in what is becoming a Beatles tradition, George
    Harrison unveils his latest excursion into curry and karma, to the saucy accompaniment of three tambouras, a dilruba, a tabla, a sitar, a table harp, three cellos and eight violins.

    [Snip of lengthy critical commentary on George's contribution.]

    The obsession with production, coupled with a surprising shoddiness in composition, permeates the whole album. There is nothing beautiful on "Sgt. Pepper." Nothing is real and there is nothing to get hung about. The Lennon raunchiness has become
    mere caprice in "Being For the Benefit of Mr. Kite." Paul McCartney's soaring Pop magnificats have become merely politely profound. "She's Leaving Home" preserves all the orchestral grandeur of "Eleanor Rigby," but its framework is emaciated. The tale of
    a provincial lass who walks out on a repressed home life, leaving parents sobbing in her wake, is simply no match for those swirling strings. Where "Eleanor Rigby" compressed tragedy into poignant detail, "She's Leaving Home" is uninspired narrative, and
    nothing more. By the third depressing hearing, it begins to sound like an immense put-on.

    [Snip of critique of "Lucy in the Sky."]

    For the first time, the Beatles have given us an album of special effects, dazzling but ultimately fraudulent. And for the first time, it is not exploration we sense, but consolidation. There is a touch of the Jefferson Airplane, a dab of Beach
    Boys vibrations, and a generous pat of gymnastics from the Who.

    [End of excerpts.]

    Robert Christgau later gave a much more favorable review of the album, but noted that Goldstein had almost been "lynched" for his comments. Christgau devoted some space to a defense of Goldstein's integrity.
    Pepper isn't my favorite Beatles album, and I can where the critic is coming from with some of his comments. Where did he Who-like gymnastics, though? I don't hear that at all.

    So, how long was Goldstein enrolled in the Citizen's Protection Program?
    Note that none of The Beatles are Jewish.

    Goldstein is Jewish, and jealousy and grudge are rampant. 'Tis a form
    of passive-aggressiveness. He had to write "something" to get
    noticed.

    Look around. You can see it elsewhere.

    I think that Goldstein was stating honest criticisms of the album. In response to the upset that greeted his review, he said that, his negative review notwithstanding, "Pepper" was still better than 80% of the music around; and that Rubber Soul and
    Revolver were stronger records. I'll buy that.

    His positive review of Revolver was published in an NY paper; I'll see if I can find it.

    I still think "tribalism" had/has a lot to do with it. When Goldstein
    wrote about Rubber Soul, he was a recent graduate who had just been
    assigned the new position of "rock critic", and he probably did not
    want upset the apple cart that was carrying The Beatles to great
    success.

    Pepper came out two years later, and Goldstein had already been hailed
    as a great music critic. But now, he was showing his true colors and
    his true feelings.

    I am probably in the minority about this, and it is not the first
    time. I have a cynical view of all this nonsense.

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