LOVE

I’m listening to the new Beatles compilation album – Love. It’s depressing not because it’s badly done but because it is so very tame and polite. The tracks have been a bit remixed, a bit remastered, some little things have been added here and there but it’s really just a greatest hits album and it suffers from the same empty feeling that all such compilations have. Alexis Petridis at the Guardian loves it but I’d buy virtually any of their original releases rather than this, even if they do sound “tinny and desperately malnourished”. Maybe that’s because I like my rock stars unhealthy and angry rather than plump and self-satisfied.

LOVE