I'm searching the Goole today, finding essays and insights into Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, as I'm listening to the fantastic new CD, and I discovered this excellent piece from 2007 in rememberence of its 40th anniversary. I find myself agreeing with it from start to finish. There are many reasons why Sgt. Pepper's is still the greatest album ever made, but one quality I adore is its English-ness. The entire album is a journey into the surreal, psychedelic memories of a lost, working-class Britain. It's grounded in the joys and frustrations of daily life.
Here's the Sgt. Pepper article. Give it a read.