The Byrds - Premium Best (1998) Album Review
Alright, so let’s talk about Premium Best by The Byrds. It’s one of those compilations that feels like a warm hug for classic rock fans, even though it came out in 1998—yeah, decades after their heyday. Released in Japan under Sony, this album is basically a treasure chest of hits and deep cuts from the band’s career. And sure, liner notes by 中川五郎 add some charm if you’re into that kinda thing. But honestly, it’s the tracks themselves that make this worth your time.
First off, how can you not start with “Mr. Tambourine Man”? Like, come on. This song is an absolute juggernaut. It’s got that jangly guitar riff that just sticks to your brain like gum on a shoe. Every time I hear it, I’m transported back to my teenage years when I thought being cool meant wearing flannel and pretending to understand Bob Dylan lyrics. Spoiler alert: I didn’t get half of it then, but damn, does this cover version slap. The harmonies? Perfect. The vibe? Iconic. If you don’t feel something when this track kicks in, check your pulse—you might be dead.
Another standout has to be “Eight Miles High.” Now, this one’s wild. It’s psychedelic without trying too hard, y’know? There’s this hypnotic rhythm that pulls you in, and Roger McGuinn’s guitar work sounds like he’s channeling aliens or something equally cosmic. Back in the day, people thought it was all about drugs, but honestly, who cares what it means? Just crank it up loud and let it wash over you. It’s chaotic, beautiful, and kinda messy in the best possible way.
Oh, and props to whoever decided to throw in tracks like “Chestnut Mare” and “Turn! Turn! Turn!” They remind me why The Byrds were such pioneers. These songs aren’t just tunes—they’re stories wrapped up in melody, full of heart and grit. Even lesser-known gems like “Drug Store Truck Drivin’ Man” show off their knack for storytelling and wit.
But here’s the kicker: as much as I love this compilation, there’s something bittersweet about listening to it. Hearing these songs now makes me realize how rare bands like The Byrds are these days. You’ve got all these modern acts chasing trends, while The Byrds were out here crafting timeless stuff that still resonates. Makes ya wonder what happened, huh?
Anyway, give Premium Best a spin if you haven’t already. Whether you’re a die-hard fan or just dipping your toes into classic rock, this album delivers. Just don’t blame me if you end up humming “Mr. Tambourine Man” for days afterward. Trust me, it’s catchy AF.
P.S. Random thought: imagine The Byrds covering a TikTok viral hit. Would they pull it off? Asking for a friend.
