The Beatles' fourth was rushed out in time for Christmas, and it sounds it. McCartney and Lennon try to build from their admiration of Bob Dylan. Additionally, Lennon crafts some pleasant little pieces of self-loathing (see especially "I'm a Loser"). The album as a whole is thin; the music is unexciting, save for the aggression in "No Reply." As soon as the record ends, I'm reaching for "Please Please Me."