An album that seems as much an exorcism or a primal scream session as it does an artistic expression. John and Yoko had actualy been undertaking primal scream therapy in NY but their visas expired and they had to leave before it was completed... well, at least until he made this album.
John takes a different approach here. He still plays around with words, but while the Beatles was mostly a fine drill; this album is lyrically a sledgehammer. Howling to the moon about the death of his mother, renouncing faith in ANYTHING other himself and Yoko, and slamming the door on his time with the Beatles.
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