The hit you know, and for a reason (it’s vintage Lennon), the rest you probably don’t know, and for a reason (they vary from fair to middling to awful), and one thing is clear–1973’s Mind Games is the work of a John Lennon who’d lost his way and would never find it again, unless you count 1980’s Double Fantasy, which was tanking until he was assassinated outside the Dakota, at which point grieving critics and fans alike decided (because the story had to have some kind of redemptive ending) that it was a return to form.
Martyrdom (if that’s what you want to call it) is a sure-fire way of winning a Grammy Award for Best Album of the Year. I recommend it to every famous artist on his or her way down.
Recorded as his relationship with Yoko Ono was deteriorating (he’d soon begin his infamous LA “Lost Weekend” with May Pang and constant companion in drunken debauchery Harry Nilsson) and he was being hassled by the U.S. government, Mind Games is a mixture of the personal and the political, but overall the album is a throwaway-heavy muddle.
Rolling Stone’s Jon Landau called it Lennon’s “worst writing yet,” adding that that Lennon was “helplessly trying to impose his own gargantuan ego upon an audience … [that] is waiting hopefully for him to chart a new course.” Another wrote that it “consisted of so-so songs that hardly lodged in the memory.” The least commercially successful Beatle wasn’t moving forward, which is hardly surprising when one considers that he was in a muddle when he wrote its songs—or rather tossed them off in the course of a single week.