Since The Beatles sang everything-including the original вЂњYellow SubmarineвЂќ-as if the words really mattered, turning down the heat on the vocals feels like a cop-out and a way to lower the stakes.

I am, however, nagged by My PleasureвЂ™s dispassionate singing. These tracks, like many on the album, remind you how bulletproof Lennon and McCartneyвЂ™s compositional skills were at this point. Since the latter are more transformative and instructive, theyвЂ™re my favorites, particularly the Suicide (minus the urban dread) take on вЂњDoctor RobertвЂќ and electro-boogie вЂњGot to Get You into My Life.вЂќ On the guitar side, IвЂ™ll also return to вЂњYellow Submarine,вЂќ which is melodically reshaped into a haunted sea shanty. My Pleasure remakes the British track list song by song, and the results can be glibly shorthanded as Teenage-Fanclub-Meets-вЂњ Warm-Leatherette.вЂќ The album splits not quite evenly between guitar-first versions and electronic, minimal versions, though neither mode forgets that these are pop songs. ItвЂ™s not that IвЂ™m against them IвЂ™m simply on the side of artists making bold choices like revising the greats. Indie artist My PleasureвЂ™s new remake of The BeatlesвЂ™ Revolver certainly meets both of those criteria, and it gets bonus points for taking on The Beatles.

If they donвЂ™t show me something or provide a valid alternative to the original, I donвЂ™t care. Our favorite things this week include new music from My Pleasure, old music from The Clean, and Billie Eilish at the Grammys.ДЇor me, recorded covers canвЂ™t be radical enough.

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