

The Beatles unplugged, and never more beautifully so. John Lennon meticulously understates the pain of a hanger-on female, and the song's only effects are a simple guitar, a suspiciously pot-sucking-like sound, and the endless "tit-tit-tit" background. (The latter two sounds could have gotten by Capitol Records execs only because they weren't as in-your-face blatant as a certain butcher cover.) Just plain gorgeous.
(C) 2008, It's All Too Much.