A year ago Paul McCartney opened the vaults to the Freelance Hellraiser, who smashed the back catalogue all to, well, hell by mashing up mediocre Macca till it sounded brighter than the solo Beatle ever did all by his lonesome. Now comes the old pro himself, Sir George Martin, attempting to do the same to the Beatles' stash — for a Cirque du Soleil production; no shit. And it's as terrific as advance word promised — if not essential, then at least enjoyable enough to merit... More >>>