los gustos son absolutamente personales y subjetivos; discutir sobre ellos como si fueran opiniones o hechos me parece algo absurdo.
aconsejo leer este interesantísimo escrito acerca del "sgt pepper's".
“The Beatles definitely had an eternal curiosity for doing something different,” says George Martin, producer of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. Certainly this album was entirely different to anythihg which had gone before, and although it has been much imitated since, it remains today a unique, epochal record, one which evolutionized the entire recording industry and caused such vast repercussions that its influence will very probably be felt for as long as music is written and performed. The Beatles’ musical ideas progressed in a most tangible way with each album they recorded.
Geoff Emerick, the recording engineer who with George Martin formed the imaginative team which translated the Beatles’ requirements onto tape,
once totted up the number of hours put into the making of Sgt.Pepper and came up with 700. Please Please Me, the Beatle’s first album, was recorded in 585 minutes.
“The Beatles insisted that everything on Sgt. Pepper had to be different,” says Emeric, “
so everything was either distorted, limited, heavily compressed or treated with excessive equalization. We had microphones right down in the turned into microphones attached to violins.
We plastered vast amounts of echo onto vocals, and sent them through circuitry of the revolving Leslie speaker inside a Hammond organ. We used giant primitive oscillators to vary the speed of instruments and vocals and we had tapes chopped to pieces and stuck together upside down and the wrong way around. ”The very end of the album typifies the advanced studio trickery applied throughout Sgt.Pepper. After the last droplets of rushing piano chord of ‘A Day In The Life’ have evaporated,
come a few seconds of 15 kilocycle tone,put there especially to annoy your dog at the request of John Lennon.
Then, as the coup de grace, there is a few seconds of nonsense Beatle chatter, taped, cut into several pieces and stuck back together at random so that, as George Martin says, purchasers of the vinyl album who did not have an auto return on their record player would say What the hell’s that?” and find
the curious noise going on and on ad infinitum in the concentric run-out groove.