Having had the extravagances of A Hard Day’s Night, there was pressure on the band to have a new album out and capitalise on their success.
Beatles For Sale is often chosen as their least good album, and we understand why. It sounds and feels lazy, a filler album.
We’re back in the leftovers from the Hamburg days. fourteen tracks of which six are covers. Sound familiar? It will.
Of the original tracks there are some killers: Eight Days A Week, What You’re Doing and I’m A Loser. But there’s also the twee I’ll Follow The Sun, McCartney doing his show tune type stuff again.
But there are some weak songs here. Ringo struggles through Honey Don’t, Words Of Love sounds like a poor man’s Everly Brothers and the album closer, Everybody’s Trying to Be My Baby sung by George, is awful.
