George Harrison All Things Must Pass - 1970

With Lennon/McCartney standing on the garden hose of George Harrison’s songwriting career throughout most of Beatlemania, the guitarist celebrated his former band’s demise with a triple-LP deluge. While nothing on All Things Must Pass touches the garment-hem of “Something” or “While My Guitar Gently Weeps,” clearly there was a great deal of quality inventory to unload—the “unintentional plagiarism” of “My Sweet Lord” aside—and the first two-thirds of the album (nobody ever listens to that awful jammy third platter) overcomes its dated mysticism. George was self-critical enough to know that his thin voice couldn’t carry a set this ambitious, and so recruited sonic drywall installer Phil Spector to liberally drip syrup all over the album’s dark-tinged Krishna folk-rock. Nevertheless, even recent remasterings make Spector’s echo-drenched symphonics sound endearingly bleached-out, a technical shortcoming that no doubt influenced the many lo-fi orchestras that have riddled the indiescape. George Harrison will forever be the patron saint of rock’n’roll underdogs, and All Things Must Pass is his Confessions. –Rob Mitchum