If there's anything classic rock nerds lust after more than a night with Chrissie Hynde, it’s the oft-heard promise of NEW BEATLES TRACKS. Most of them...okay, us...would gladly shell out for a box set of recordings of John Lennon slowly decomposing, as long as it had some light harpsichord and a message of universal love. But all good things must end, and the ever-diminishing pool of unreleased, re-mastered, and pre-un-de-recorded tracks of the boys improvising into a s****y 8-track means that every “new Beatles track” is inevitably scraped from an even deeper, heretofore unexplored part of the barrel. Tupac they ain’t. This week’s scrapings are a few recordings of the Beatles playing at a club in Germany. The quality is dubious, and it’s reputed to be Ringo’s first performance with the band. For those who haven’t heard about Ringo’s arduous journey towards adequacy, his first performance probably looked like an orangutan flailing at a particularly stubborn coconut. Have we gotten to this point? Is there really an appreciable market for what is likely the third most regrettable moment of the Beatles’ existence (the second being Lennon’s assassination and the first being