The White album by The Beatles. Spare a handful of tracks, it really is just a cluster****.
Though I don't dislike it by any means, I find Revolver to be overhyped as an icon for the "album" format. I'm certainly not a stickler for the format, and I do appreciate a good cohesive one too. But the staunch "album as the only respectable musical document" preachers usually adore it, and I can't see how they can. An album that starts off with "Taxman," jumps straight into "Eleanor Rigby," waddles along to "Yellow Submarine," plods along to "Got To Get You Into My Life," and caps off with "Tomorrow Never Knows" is hardly a fantastic example of album-craft. In fact, it feels like I'm listening to a far-more enjoyable version of musical potluck, compared to the **** storm that is The White album.
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