The songs are deceptively simple, which is to say they seem like straightforward rock compositions. When dissected, they betray a musical maturity beyond the normal scope of pop-rock songwriting. I appreciate Pinkerton more than most Beatles albums, which is almost hard for me to admit, my loyalty to the Beatles being sacred in my heart. Yet Pinkerton has all the tricks of the most complicated Beatles compositions, with modern lyrics about alienation and longing. To this day, listening to it provides constant inspiration and excitement, and feels like a gift, as if the melodies and chords were written by a long-lost brother from a distant lifetime. May Pinkerton go down in history as one of the most important rock records of the last 20 years.


Chris Conley de Saves the Day