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Strange days indeed. December 8 is always a sombre date in the rock fanâs diary, and particularly so in 2020, when it marks the 40th anniversary of John Lennonâs senseless assassination. Itâs a day to reflect on the music we lost outside the Dakota Building that cold New York winter day, but also appreciate once again the music Lennon left behind.
Beyond his culture-shaping work with The Beatles, Lennonâs solo albums ran the full gamut of confessional emotion, expressed in styles veering from avant-garde experimentalism to bliss-pop, political diatribe, doe-eyed odes of familial devotion and primal screams of existential pain.
They might have been virtually inseparable (bar that hazy, 18-month ‘lost weekend’ â73-‘4), but in trying to get a clearer and fairer streaming-age picture of Lennonâs solo studio work, weâve discounted Yoko-penned contributions where possible and ranked the records on the quality of Johnâs songcraft alone. Like the man almost said, give âMilk And Honeyâ a chanceâŠ
‘Unfinished Music No. 2: Life With The Lions’ (1969)
âThis is a piece called âCambridge, 1969â. [Pause] AAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!â John and Yoko intended their âUnfinished Musicâ trilogy to act as a sonic representation of their life together, rendered in avant-garde, improvisational tonal pieces inspired by Fluxus art, with the listener intended to largely imagine the music for themselves. The second instalment is both challenging and disturbing: the first 26:31 consists of Yoko caterwauling over Lennonâs guitar feedback live in Cambridge, while later tracks, recorded on cassette at Yokoâs bedside in Queen Charlotteâs Hospital, include recordings of their unborn childâs palpitations as he miscarried. They sing their own press cuttings, make phone calls and fiddle at length with radio dials. The back sleeve, tellingly, came with the quote âNo commentâ from Beatles producer George Martin.
‘Unfinished Music No. 3: Wedding Album’ (1969)
From the hospital ward to the marital boudoir: the sound of John and Yoko whispering, panting and screaming each otherâs names over the sound of their heartbeats for 20 minutes on the first of âWedding Albumâs two 20-minute tracks âJohn & Yokoâ was presumably intended to make the listenerâs own sex life seem depressingly un-spiritual, right down to the post-coital apples. This celebration of their 1969 marriage then concluded with âAmsterdamâ, recorded during their bed-in for peace at the Amsterdam Hilton, at least had a tune or two. Lennon performs blues improvs and an a cappella take on âGood Nightâ and Yoko warbles for peace alongside illuminating snippets of interviews and conversation from under the covers.
‘Unfinished Music No 1: Two Virgins’ (1968)
The musical equivalent of being the spare wheel in as threesome, âTwo Virginsâ is the sound of John and Yoko flirting with improvised avant-garde sound effects, piano bashings, trills, twangles and wails when Johnâs wife Cynthia was away for the night, before shagging for the first time at dawn. Itâs the sort of thing thatâd have you running a mile from a Hinge date, but as the consummation of a music-quaking love affair itâs notable as a historical document of their legendary sonic-sexual tension.
‘Rock âNâ Roll’ (1975)
As contractual obligations go, at least Lennon put his all into âRock âNâ Rollâ, which was recorded in order to assuage a legal case over his use of a line too from Chuck Berryâs âYou Canât Catch Meâ in âCome Togetherâ (as part of the out-of-court settlement, Lennon was required to record three old songs owned by publisher Morris Levy). John took to the idea of an album of the golden age rockânâroll songs that had inspired him as a teenager (âBe-Bop-A-Lulaâ, âSweet Little Sixteenâ, âPeggy Sueâ and so forth) with enthusiasm â and many, many drunken LA mates. The results were raw, energised and authentically â50s. A sliver of The Cavern in â70s Los Angeles.
‘Milk And Honey’ (1984)
Pieced together posthumously from demos and works-in-progress recorded for 1980âs âDouble Fantasyâ (and similarly interspersed with Yoko songs), âMilk And Honeyâ is often dismissed as little more than a curio, but the crux of a Lennon song was always where the magic happened, and his six tracks here were no exceptions. âIâm Stepping Outâ and âI Donât Wanna Face Itâ are neat little rockers that tease what Lennon might have done within the 1980sâ vein of glossy retro rockânâroll. âBorrowed Timeâ was his very own âOb-La-DiâŠâ and the exuberant âNobody Told Meâ is amongst his finest solo works, full of life four years after his death.
‘Some Time In New York City’ (1972)
Enough lounging around hoping for the world to change; 1972âs âSome Time In New York Cityâ found John and Yoko bawling radical politics in your face, whether railing against drug laws over frenzied slide guitar on âJohn Sinclairâ, addressing the Bloody Sunday massacre of that year on âSunday Bloody Sundayâ or championing feminism in controversial, lucky-there-wasnât-Twitter fashion on âWoman Is The N***** Of The Worldâ. Funk, ragged rockânâroll, trad folk and country, Yokoâs first forefront appearances on traditional Lennon songs and a bunch of rumbunctious, tacked-on live jams made for an unconventional follow-up to âImagineâ, but one not without plenty of retrospective charm: the stirring âAngelaâ, for example, was one of his greatest solo ballads.
‘Walls And Bridges’ (1974)
They were on a break. Hence no Yoko on Johnâs ‘lost weekend’ album, recorded between LA drinking sessions with Ringo and Harry Nilsson and drenched in a lustrous self-pity on the likes of âNobody Loves You (When Youâre Down And Out)â, âScaredâ and âOld Dirt Roadâ. What could have been Lennonâs downbeat, bluesy, plush and unhinged woe-is-me record was lightened dramatically, though, by raucous roadhouse funk moments such as âWhat You Gotâ and âBeef Jerkyâ. Two of his best singles â the Elton-esque âWhatever Gets You Thru The Nightâ and his true solo masterpiece â#9 Dreamâ gives the album the hallucinogenic feel that an 18-month bender deserves. Both gutter and stars in one blurred vista.
‘Double Fantasy’ (1980)
If his mid-’70s albums came steeped in strife, there was something redemptive and freeing about the settled serenities of Lennonâs 1980 comeback album, as if five years of house husbandry had done him the world of good. â(Just Like) Starting Overâ wasnât just a literal rebirth but a metaphorical one too, bringing an ELO gloss to the sort of classic drive-in croon tune heâd been emulating with the Moondogs back in â59. And while the slicker funk-blues of âCleanup Timeâ and âIâm Losing Youâ didnât seem to suit him quite as well as that on âHow Do You Sleep?â or âGlass Onionâ, âWatching The Wheelsâ and âWomanâ hinted at a wondrous second wind weâd sadly never get to bask in.
‘Mind Games’ (1973)
Or âImagine: Resurrectionâ. The politicising of âSome Time In New York Cityâ had alienated fans and brought him to the attention of the FBI â cue problems with his US immigration process â so Lennon returned to more straightforward emotional songwriting, penning reggae emancipation anthems (âBring On The Lucie (Freda Peeple)â and exploring his growing marital fractures on jazzy music hall update âOne Day (At A Time)â and the title track. Thereâs a Beatledelic vivacity to âI Know (I Know)â and the glam-friendly âOnly Peopleâ that Lennon would rarely capture on record again.
‘Imagine’ (1971)
Sure, the title track has been held up as the very epitome of mawkish hippy idealising for decades, but advocating an end to religion, consumerism, international borders and hatred in a plaintive piano ballad even grannies could love was still pretty radical (and yet to be overplayed) in 1971, so letâs appreciate its statement over its orchestrated sentimentality here. And, beyond it, in terms of sheer songwriting punch, âImagineâ was arguably Lennonâs strongest solo collection. âGimme Some Truthâ was his catchiest political soapbox rant, âOh My Loveâ and âJealous Guyâ his most weightless ballads and proto-diss track âHow Do You Sleep?â his most vicious in-song annihilation of Paul. And did âI Donât Wanna Be A Soldier, Mama, I Donât Wanna Dieâ invent trip-hop 20 years early?
‘John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band’ (1970)
He might have bared all on the cover of âTwo Virginsâ, but Lennonâs first solo album âproperâ was undoubtedly his most naked statement. The result of Arthur Janovâs primal scream therapy making John face his issues head-on, âPlastic Ono Bandâ is one of the most brutally honest albums ever made.
âMotherâ dissects Lennonâs deepest feelings towards his motherâs death and his fatherâs absence so starkly itâs almost painful to listen to. âGodâ dismantles humanityâs need for cultural and spiritual idols with a steely precision. âIsolationâ is a cry for help from the mansion balcony, while âWorking Class Heroâ and âI Found Outâ are both scathing attacks on the engrained structures of society and any simpering hippy dreams of shattering them. Itâs up there with Altamont as a ’60s-ending event, but also the most beautifully savage albums in history.
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