This album is a desert island disc if there ever was one. It generates enough beauty, regret, nostaliga, loss, and hope in 12 songs to sustain a lifetime of musical enjoyment.If there's anyone in your life who still labors under the illusion that The Beach Boys only sang about cars, surfing and women-as-objects, please do them a favor. Sit them down and play this record for them. Let them hear the sweet horny longing of Wouldn't It Be Nice, or the rueful, misunderstood narrator of I Just Wasn't Made For These Times, or the love-through-the-fear-of-loss anthem God Only Knows. And then defy them to find a song about cars or surfing. Defy them to call The Beach Boys vacuous!
(Or if you aren't especially confrontational about music, just remind them gently about this album's existence and themes. Either way.)
Fave Song: God Only Knows



















