Each song on the sprawling double album The Beatles, is an entity to itself, as the band touches on anything and everything it can. This makes for a frustratingly scattershot record or a singularly gripping musical experience, depending on your view, but what makes the so-called White Album interesting is its mess. Never before had a rock record been so self-reflective, or so ironic. None of it sounds like it was meant to share album space together, but somehow this album creates its own style and sound through its mess.
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