The thing people forget about The Beach Boys and The Beatles - in fact, about pop music in the early/mid 60s generally, but those acts in particular - is that they were all making it up as they went along. There weren't any rules or established practices and ways of doing things that they had to cleave to in order to be successful. Nobody was telling them they couldn't do this, that or the other, but nor did they have any idea of what they could do - everyone was pretty much winging it. For all anyone in the music business knew back then, rock music could have been just another trend that would eventually go the way of the big bands. But right there and then, these longhairs were selling a lot of records, so the guys at the labels - who didn't know any better, after all - were happy to give them a free rein.
In recent years, I've noticed how more and more people have begun to judge bands like these by current values, so you get people spouting idiotic shit like "the Beatles were the first boy band", as if a facile, reductionist statement like that is on its own enough to invalidate everything they ever did. Sure, they weren't the only game in town, but nonetheless the continuing attempts to diminish the achievements of certain acts seems to be part of a widespread, that-don't-impress-me-much tendency to take their innovations - manifold and significant - for granted, as if, say, the Pixies or Nirvana could still have existed and gone on to have the impact they did if you were to completely erase the Beatles or the Beach Boys from history.
The great thing about this thread and the "overrated" one is that they sent me back to things like Brian Wilson's demo for Surf's Up, which is just astounding to me. It occurred to me that, instead of being all "nyah-nyah-nyah, Be True To Your School sucks, dude", maybe what people ought to be focusing is how in the hell he got from something as insubstantial and throwaway as that to Surf's Up in three fucking years. As artistic quantum leaps go, that could even be greater than She Loves You to Tomorrow Never Knows. It's like people who trash McCartney for occasionally doing little kid's songs and nursery rhymes or cornball shit like Mull Of Kintyre or Ebony and Ivory. Yeah, forget Helter Skelter, She's Leaving Home, Maybe I'm Amazed or Hey Jude - the real measure of the artist is whatever some dorky rock-snob decrees to be their cheesiest moment. I mean, whenever I hear someone using something like The Frog Chorus as a stick to beat McCartney with, I know immediately that I'm dealing with an idiot.
And yeah, if Smile had come out in 1967 as intended, who knows? Certainly there are things on that record that are compositionally light years ahead of anything else in pop at the time. And it's really something else the way that embittered, no-count troglodyte Mike Love (or Fuck Mike Love, as I prefer to call him) has begun to claim that, hey, well, y'know, most of the ideas for Pet Sounds and Smile - the really good ideas - were mine...
Fuck Mike Love.