Meet the BeaTrips. I love their Engrishy tag line: “The Beatles Real Cover Band.” These boys don’t look the part, but they nailed the song — except, perhaps, for the very last line, which to me doesn’t sound much like, “I’ve got blisters on my fingers!” Maybe I should try to catch their act, next time I’m in Japan.
Now, feast your ears on the exquisite Engrish stylings of “John,” as he warms up the cloud for this next number. Once they start playing, I can pretty much groove with them all the way down the line (again, Parr’s baseline is frawrress), but the Yoko-esque vocals that keep peeking through around the edges are disorienting. Still, their technical musical proficiency means that a splendid time is guaranteed for all.
This next one both attracts and repels. Technically, the music is good, especially Parr’s bass rendition, though “George’s” vocals suggest, somewhat creepily, how the Beatles might have sounded if (shudder) Yoko had completely taken over the band.