If there's anything classic rock nerds lust after more than a night with Chrissie Hynde, itâs 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 shitty 8-track means that every ânew Beatles trackâ is inevitably scraped from an even deeper, heretofore unexplored part of the barrel.
Tupac they ainât.
This weekâs scrapings are a few recordings of the Beatles playing at a club in Germany. The quality is dubious, and itâs reputed to be Ringoâs first performance with the band.
For those who havenât heard about Ringoâs 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 Beatlesâ existence (the second being Lennonâs assassination and the first being