Plastic Ono Band (Omr) [Gold CD, Limited Edition, Extra tracks]

John Lennon | Format: Audio CD

Product Details

• Audio CD (January 20, 2004)
• Original Release Date: 2003
• Number of Discs: 1
• Format: Gold CD, Limited Edition, Extra tracks
• Label: Mobile Fidelity Koch
• ASIN: B0000DZTVX
• Also Available in: Audio CD  |  Audio Cassette  |  Vinyl  |  MP3 Download
• Average Customer Review: 4.4 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (235 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #128,557 in Music (See Top 100 in Music)

Track Listings

1. Mother

2. Hold On

3. I Found Out

4. Working Class Hero

5. Isolation

6. Remember

7. Love

8. Well Well Well

9. Look at Me

10. God

11. My Mummy's Dead

12. Power to the People [*]

13. Do the Oz [*]

Editorial Reviews

Amazon.com

Decades later it's a little hard to appreciate just how shocking Plastic Ono Band was at the time of its release. Yes, John Lennon's first post-Beatles solo album is still a must-own for any rock fan, but decades of punk, metal, and grunge have desensitized our ears somewhat to the naked howls of despair that fill tracks like "Mother," "Isolation," and "I Found Out." In addition, "I don't believe in Beatles," the climactic line of "God," doesn't have nearly the resonance as it did around the time of the Fab Four's breakup, when such a sentiment practically bordered on heresy. And yet it's a testament to the high quality of Lennon's songs that Plastic Ono Band continues to be an incredibly moving listening experience. --Dan Epstein

Product Description

*Japanese import mini-vinyl CDs --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

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201 of 217 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars difficult but worthwhile, November 16, 2000

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J. Kruppa "JKruppa" (New Orleans, LA United States) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Plastic Ono Band (Audio CD)

It's easy to see John Lennon around the time of "Plastic Ono Band" (1970) as an angry, thirty year old lashing out like an adolescent at those whom he believed had let him down, but his creative energy was at such an intense point that the resulting work transformed that anger into something surprisingly mature; Paul's breakup album ("McCartney") is equal parts pretty, well-constructed pop and boring filler, while George's ("All Things Must Pass") is a clearinghouse for an excellent barrel-full of sometimes very spiritual songs he was unable to air while still a member of The Beatles. John's breakup album, though, is by turns tormented, bitter, iconoclastic and tender, but overall unrelentingly confessional, probably the closest thing in rock music to Sylvia Plath's "Ariel" poems: sharp, brutal and personal, yet profoundly universal on the whole.

To be fair, some of this can be melodramatic stuff. The funeral bells tolling at the beginning of "Mother" are a heavy-handed opening, but the songs on this album arguably warrant that kind of introduction: this isn't going to be an easy ride, and you should know what you're getting yourself into. Borne of primal therapy, a number of these compositions address elemental human issues ("Mother," "Love," "Isolation," "God") in such a simple, straightforward manner that it's easy to see something of ourselves in Lennon's observations. "Love" may, in fact, be the last word on that particular subject, stripping away the complexities that emotion arouses to reveal the essence of the little engine that governs us all. And, while it may seem a very 1960s notion, "Love" may also be the keynote song here: its presence and its lack inform every other piece of music on the album, from the sense of abandonment in "Mother" to the cultural rebuke of "Working Class Hero," a deadpan folk song (in the most literal sense of that term) that frankly sums up the absurdity of trying to adhere to constantly shifting social values. "I Found Out" covers similar ground as it taps an inner reserve summed up thusly: "No one can harm you, feel your own pain." Finally, whether or not you care when he sings "I don't believe in Beatles" at the climax of "God," it's an unparalleled moment in the history of popular music, one that only Lennon could have managed convincingly, while the wobbly, unaccompanied line "I just believe in me" that follows it reveals a vulnerable hopefulness that is really, genuinely affecting.

All of the above paints a bleak picture of this recording, and those listeners who revel in relentless self-flagellation will find much here to their liking. The difference, however, between "Plastic Ono Band" and, say, the nihilism of punk and grunge that followed years later, is that despite the pain laid out in these songs, there is also hope and the acknowledgment that each of us has the strength to carry on. In a world where we have in the past couple of decades been inundated with pop psychology and where it has become commonplace to dismiss a person for having "issues," it is refreshing to realize that the language and music on "Plastic Ono Band" continue to resonate and have not dated a bit. Credit Phil Spector's uncharacteristically restrained production, which leaves the songs as naked as the emotions they describe, and Lennon's heartfelt singing and soon-to-vanish clear-headed writing for making this music age-resistant. A rewarding album worth returning to often.

64 of 67 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars My first John solo album, August 3, 2004

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Anyechka (Rensselaer, NY United States) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Plastic Ono Band (Audio CD)

Not only was this John's real first solo album (apart from the experimental stuff he did with Yoko in the late Sixties), it was the first of his solo albums I got too. Those earlier albums weren't done in active competition with The Beatles, and were done mostly out of artistic exploration and having a little fun, something done on the side to keep busy between recording sessions. This album was the one that announced John's presence as a viable solo artist. I'm glad I have it on vinyl; I believe that the bonus tracks "Power to the People" and "Do the Oz" do majorly detract from this classic album, in addition to having nothing in common with the original eleven tracks.

These songs are raw, emotional, deeply personal and painful. John was letting out his pain in song, sometimes little more than Primal Screams set to music ("Well Well Well" and "Remember"). He was mad at the world and deeply depressed for so many reasons, and was finally letting loose with his inner turmoil in all of its stark naked glory, like it or not. Forget John's angry tough macho image, the guy with a huge chip on his shoulder; underneath he was just a sweet wounded little boy who missed his mommy and needed a big hug. People who knew him said that underneath his hard outer shell he was very sweet, sensitive, and tender.

The songs I connect to most on this record are "Mother" (the first time I heard it, before I had this album, I couldn't stop sobbing because of how intense, personal, and sad it was), "I Found Out" (so aggressive and raw, and an attack on organised religions), "Working Class Hero" (most radio stations only play the censored version), "Love" (so simplistic and yet so true and deep), and "God." The lattermost song never fails to give me chills, as the fifteen declarations of "I don't believe in..." keep getting stronger and more powerful. I'm sure in 1970 it was even more chilling and shocking, with lines that were more relevant back then, like "I don't believe in Beatles," "I don't believe in Kennedy," and "I don't believe in Zimmermann." The song ends on a positive note; John does believe in himself and Yoko, and realises that he can stand on his own two feet and that the world can go on without him being a Beatle. He's reached a sense of inner peace after all of the tortured screams and cries for release and healing that came before.

This kind of music doubtless wouldn't sell very many records today, but it remains as a classic record of an angry man who was nothing more than a wounded scarred little boy underneath getting his innermost feelings out, sharing with his fans and indeed the whole world very personal and private things that many people would prefer to just keep hidden.

38 of 39 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Thirty Four Years To Finally Appreciate This Album, August 18, 2004

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Simonn (Melbourne, Australia) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Plastic Ono Band (Audio CD)

I remember the release of this album. I was 11 at the time. I remember the "establishment" being stunned senseless by it. There was scorn at its unmusicality, moral outrage at its foul language, shocked recoil at its emotional intensity. And I remember the youth of the day (the older kids I looked up to) getting behind its rampaging intensity like a battering ram to say "Yeah ... we feel like this too!". When I first heard it I ran away as fast as I could. It was too wierd. To me it was the work of an insane madman - and the DO NOT TOUCH mental tag has remained for 34 years.

Until now.

For what reason I am not quite sure, but I am revisting The Beatles. It began with a what-the-heck listening to All Things Must Pass, which I had never heard, and was pulled up short by it's excellence. Now I am on an 'odyssey' to re-encounter music from the 'Fab Four' as I approach my autumn years. With Lennon, I began with Mind Games and found myself captivated by a man grappling intensely with major questions of philosophy, personal meaning, and social ethics - and extraodinarily, doing it in a genre of music he helped create. On the strength of favourable reviews here on Amazon, I decided I would tackle Plastic Ono Band. I purchased the CD and, listening to it now with ADULT ears, what I hear astounds me!

Lennon is pushing music's capacity to carry emotion to its ABSOLUTE limits. He has stripped it bare of lush production values (orchestras, choirs, brass sections) and instead uses the most basic of elements - drums, bass, guitar, voice and reverb. With just these he INSISTS we concentrate on what he's saying, and DEMANDS we get the emotion and passion he is feeling. As I listen, I realise this is the recording of a very rare sort. In 1970 there was no other man alive who had the personal listening attention of so many young people worlwide than Lennon. The intimacy he felt with his listening public is palpable on the album - how else could you possibly explain the risk he takes in screaming the way he does, taking production risks like leaving in count-ins, not bothering with fade-outs, not disguising edits, etc. and then releasing it. It would be one thing to discover this material postumously. It's entirely another for him to have published it for his audience, to have them receive it as his next offering for them. It can't be that he didn't care what he gave them - it can only be that he cared ENORMOUSLY, and he wanted them to hear THIS. Raw. Unvarnished. Honest. Real. Truth as he was experiencing it in order for them to experience their own truth. He was showing them how to do it ... to FEEL their pain, to own their own lives, to stop being 'peasants' and 'worshippers' and become thinkers who take responsibility for themselves, their lives and the world around them.

When I 'got' this, when I realised what Lennon was attempting, I couldn't help but feel enormous respect and see him as a communicator way ahead of his time. And the wake-up call to the world he crafted as this album Platic Ono Band is just as potent and relevant today as it was 34 years ago - perhaps even moreso. It's a privelege to own and experience this astounding recording.