Thirty Mintues Of Beatles Nobody Should Have To Listen To Again

This was a horrible thing to put together. It'll be pretty distressing to listen to. While I was doing it I asked myself what other pop group has such a rich legacy of recorded shit? The Beach Boys have frequently scraped the bottom of the barrel without ever coming up with the unlistenably awful dreck the Beatles managed. Or at least in such a quantity. The Stones? On a really bad day they can be ordinary. Nope, the Fab Four stand head and shoulders above other groups, and as solo artistes; for their belief in their own genius ("it's The Beatles, man!"), their lack of quality control, and their lazy, contemptuous attitude towards absolutely everyone else.

You could snip almost any Thirty Minutes from The White Album (here - Ed.) and arrive at something uniquely nauseating, so think of this as The Shit Brown Album. There'll inevitably be your favorites missing, but even the thought of a Volume 2 makes me shudder.

Not giving anything away, but I can't help mentioning the very special version of Hey Jude, as interpreted ("sung" would be too strong a word) by the Grateful Dead, with a long coda featuring the inimitable vocal prowess of Linda McCartney, that closes this wretched experience in fine style.