I don't know about you, but I love The Beatles. And one of the great pleasures in my life is when I stumble onto something new. I think, "What's left? I've heard every note, officially released and bootlegged. I've seen every picture. That must be it." Then, friends like Steve Schwartz or Power Pop's own Steve Simels, will hip me to something I've never seen or heard, and I find myself in Beatle Heaven once again.
Maybe you've seen this. I hadn't, and this time, I have Geno Oberto to thank.
The Beatles, live and raw on Swedish television. They kill, even with the occasional clam.