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Proto-metal one minute, vaudeville the next, musique concrète after tea — the Fabs were a dozen bands wearing the one suit. It's exactly what put the purists off.
Forty-one years on from the afternoon the King of Pop swooped on the Beatles catalogue, we untangle the cosy sleepover that started it all
Sent to Germany to have men made of them. What St Pauli actually taught the Beatles was how to spot a transvestite at forty paces, how to be deported in handcuffs, and how to set fire to a condom
In the spring of 1965 he was "Jamesy", the beaming Robin Hood man the Beatles trusted with every note they wrote. It didn't last.
Twenty months before John Lennon sets light to America with a single sentence about Jesus, the Fab Four hand a Forum press pack the whole confession — God, greed and a shrug
A cough, a squeal of feedback, a Mellotron dreaming to itself: ranking the ten openings with which the Beatles seized your attention before the first word was sung.
While a gang lifted £2.6m off the Glasgow mail train, four Scousers were pocketing £1,000 for five nights of screaming, one polythene night, and their last fortnight as human beings
On the very last song they bothered to finish for Rubber Soul, the Beatles smuggled in a lecherous gasp, a whispered swear word, a counterfeit bouzouki and a theological grudge
The three most misread seconds on the White Album weren't a coded death notice. They were a grown man apologising for falling in love.
In August '62 John Lennon married Cynthia Powell in a rain-lashed register office with a pneumatic drill for a wedding march — then the pop machine spent the next 9 months pretending it never happened
