That insane photo collage…those band uniforms…and the cutouts – what?!? A cardboard moustache!!
I vividly remember the day when I decided to play my Dad’s copy of Sgt. Pepper for myself. I had long been enthralled with these beautiful, bizarro tunes, and the magnificent landscapes the music painted on the canvas of my mind. For whatever reason, this was the first time I was the one putting the record on the turntable. As a result, this was also my first time truly examining the dust jacket, the lyrics, the cover art, and that aforementioned page of cutouts. As I carefully explored each element, Sgt. Pepper began to transform for me from a bunch of cool Beatles songs into a three-dimensional, multidisciplinary piece of art. The unity of theme – a marraige of graphic and auditory forces in the service of a concept; slightly elusive, perhaps even to the artists themselves.