Richard: "As a card-carrying elitist, I'm bothered by the democratic nature of this game, with it's assumption that anyone can become the world's greatest rock band."
Pitchfork, feeling the need to review a video game, gives it a 9.5 and explains:
"...each song gets a "dreamscape." These vignettes recycle well-worn references for each song, and none of them would make the creators of Yellow Submarine lose sleep. Covering the band's psychedelic period, they're a thin metaphor for the fact that the band was well off their tits, but they also reinforce what an insular and magical place these recordings seem to emerge from-- especially if you skip the turmoil behind the scenes."
Chip: "Exactly! This is what I've said all along. The band was 'off their tits.' 'I am the walrus?' Give me a break! I suspect the special-edition of the video game comes with LSD."