If you absolutely lose your shit laughing at the whispering bit that's real and that's part of it

The Beatles don't mean much to me but I have one solid opinion on them that comes from a real place and definitely isn't a misguided reaction to any other more popular opinion and it is this: "Revolution 9" followed by "Good Night" at the end of the white album captures a very specific emotion that I find hard to describe but that I experience a lot, and it's the one and only thing I sincerely reckon nobody's done better than the Beatles did. You can absolutely opt out of the Beatles as a cultural thing to feel any kind of way at all about but that shouldn't keep you from listening to the last 11 and a half minutes of the white album at least once to find out if you feel seen the same way I do.

(It's a sister emotion to the one Swell Maps boxed up exquisitely in "Blenheim Shots" and "Raining In My Room", the last two tracks on Jane from Occupied Europe.  )