In praise of… My Sweet Lord

With My Sweet Lord, George Harrison returned to the form that had made the Beatles nameTen years on from the death of the quiet Beatle, there's all sorts of George nostalgia, including an enjoyable Scorsese film. But much of it makes the dreadful mistake of hailing Harrison's 60s delusion that you could make a good record by taking the genuine magic of the sitar and bolting on top a monotonous dirge enlivened with a few lysergic "insights". The truth is that the interest in eastern spirtualism d...

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