Raw power.

And did I tell you today I finally got to listen to Beatles Anthology Vol. 3? Oh, and did I love it.

The third volume of the collection, of which the very first volume was the album that made me see the light, and join the holy church of Helter Skelter, once and for all.

Of course, I did listen to the beatles as I grew up, given my dad was such a freak for the fab five that he'd spend all his hard-earned dough buying every single LP they'd release - I bet if Brazil had the habit of producing 7" records, he'd have them all too; back in the day.

But to me, it didn't mean a lot more than that band that he loved, among with everyone else. That is, until my mom gave to me that collection of raw songs, alternate versions, some bitching and swearing - but most of all, the sense of union and security that those boys had, taking those songs and easily making them their own. Joking as if they didn't give a shit, slowly turning the century upside down.

Volume three is basically an acoustic set, ranging from the White Album until the sad, yet furious, final days of Let it Be. How can I describe my impressions... take the best, most relevant MTV unplugged album, like Nirvana's, and multiply it by ten.

Sure, the finishing isn't quite fine, and plain to see, many of the songs weren't ready (though not too far from it). But to witness the embryo of a beatles song is probably like seeing a three-month-old fetus fully formed and ready to leave the womb, except he prefers to stay for some fine tuning. It's that kind of thing that just leaves you stunned.

What will happen as soon as I get my hands on those damned Anthology DVDs? Should I bring extra underwear?