text: This is the fourth by the four. Please, Please Me, With The Beatles, Hard Days Night. Thats three. Now...Beatles For Sale.
  The young men themselves arent for sale. Money, noisy though it is, doesnt talk that loud. But you can buy this album - you probably have, unless youre just browsing, in which case dont leave any dirty fingerprints on the sleeve!
  It isnt all currency or current though. Theres priceless history between the covers. None of us is getting any younger. When, in a generation or so, a radio-active, cigar-smoking child, picnicking on Saturn, asks you what The Beatles affair was all about - ;Did you actually know them?- dont try to explain all about the long hair and the screams! Just play the child a few tracks from this album and hell probably understand what it is all about. The kids of AD 2000 will draw from this music much the sam sense of well being and warmth we do today.
  For the magic of The Beatles is, I suspect, timeless and ageless. It has broken all frontiers and barriers. It has cut through differences of race, age, and class. It is adored by the world.
  This album has some lovely samples of Beatles music. It has, for instance, eight new titles wrought by the incomparable John Lennon and Paul Mccartney, and mingling with the new, there are six numbers culled from the rhythmic wealth of the past extraordinary decade; pieces like Kansas City, and Rock and Roll Music. Marvelous.
  Many hours and hard days nights of devoted industry went into the production of this album. It isnt a potboiling quick-sale any-old-thing-will-do-for-christmas mixture.
  At least three of the Lennon-Mccartney songs were seriously considered as single releases until John popped up with I Feel Fine. These three were Eight Days A Week, No Reply and Im A Loser. Each would have topped the charts, but as it is they are an adornment to this LP, and a lesson to other artists. As on other albums, The Beatles have tossed in far more value than the market usually demands.
  There are few gimmicks or recording tricks, though for effect, The Beatles and their recording manager George Martin have slipped in some novelties. Like Paul on Hammond organ to introduce drama into Mr. Moonlight, which also, and for the first time, has George Harrison applying a thump to an elderly African drum because Ringo was busy elsewhere in the studio, playing bongos. Georges thump remains on the track. The bongos were later dropped. Ringo plays timpani in Every Little Thing, and on the Rock and Roll Music track George Martin joins John and Paul on one piano. On Words of Love, Ringo plays a packing case.
  Beyond this, it is a straightforward 1964 disc-making. Quite the best of its kind in the world. There is little or nothing on the album that cannot be reproduced on stage, which is, as students and critics of pop-music know, not always the case.
  Here it is then. The best album yet-quite definitely, says John, Paul, George, and Ringo-full of everything which made the four the biggest attraction the world has ever known. Full of raw John and Melodic Paul; a number from George, and a bonus from Ringo. For those who like to know who does exactly what, there are details alongside each title.