We need more writing on the Beatles like we need more vehicles on the road, but not all writing about the Beatles is created equal. The blog Let Me Tell You About the Beatles stands out with exceptional, ingratiating insights by writers Robert Bunter and Richard Furnstein. These names are new to me, but I quickly became enamored of their passion for and knowledge of the Beatles' catalog, which is chockablock with the most varied and melodically sumptuous pop/rock songs ever laid down (haters are free to explain their wrongheaded views in the comments).

Bunter and Furnstein go deep with the songs they analyze, but they keep it fun, too, and dudes can verbally spar and turn phrases with the most exalted Beatles critics (would love to see them fog up Greil Marcus' little round spectacles with their dazzling profundities). These master debaters often leave me agreeing equally with both sides of the argument.

Here's a choice snippet from Mr. Furnstein:

"Sun King" is a lovely ode to five in the morning. The crickets are slowing down, ready to surrender their rhythmic grip on the night. There is nothing but promise and hope at this time of day. The taxpayers are starting their early morning routine. The babies are gazing into their mother's eyes during the morning feeding. The Beatles always represented total renewal: each new Beatles album was a rejection of their previous take on pop music. These four supermen were there to gently guide mere mortals through life.

Here's Bunter waxing perceptive on "I Am the Walrus":

He is we as we are he. The shifting identities that underlay the Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band concept and the acid-induced ego confusion of "Strawberry Fields Forever" reached a peak with "Walrus." I don't think John ever got this far out again; even the ominous "Revolution 9" sound collage had a certain experimental air of art-music detachment and opiated languor. "I Am The Walrus" is the unfiltered audio soundtrack to the nightmare that was John Lennon's fundamental brainspace.

More Furnstein wisdom:

"The Inner Light" is truly one of the most delightful and unexpected treasures in The Beatles catalog. Like finding a cardamom pod nestled in the pillowy saffron rice of your grandmother's kheer, George's solemn treatise provides some necessary mindthought to the light (Paul) and dark (John) forces of the world.

Yes! I am ready for a heavy-duty, fungus-enhanced listening session of Magical Mystery Tour with these guys.

Tip: my brother/OG Beatles fanatic Michael