(This review is based upon the  original 2-track album.) Of the three avante-gard albums  that John and Yoko issued from '68-'69, this final one is by far the best one. I'm not saying it's GOOD, mind  you, but it's at least BETTER. Here I can at least get what they are going for. 'John and Yoko' is an endless 20-something minute piece in which the couple  apparently try to recite each  other's first names in every possible emotional context. You know, anger, sadness, lust,  happiness, etc. Thats what I take from it anyway. And although it is interminable, there is art here in a very bizarre fashion. Besides being pretty funny, it's not offensive in the proper sense of the word. So...it's...OK. 'Amsterdam' basically consists of snippets of interviews. Yoko may seem to get too much time, but it hardly matters, as John's  pronouncements don't seem  particularly profound either. I mean, there's not much to be  learned, especially today, from putting a bag over yourself. So even when the couple says  something that could possibly be taken offensively, it all comes back to bagism and the bed-in to put it all into perspective; ie, there wasn't any. Not really. But it is interesting to hear, at least once or twice. Very much a document of John's life at the time.  So where does this album lead us? I haven't the foggiest idea. But I can listen to it and get a kick out of it, which is far more than  I can say for "Two Virgins" or "Life With The Lions". So, I'd say this wretched thing is the  best of the trio.  For Lennon/Beatles fanatics only. Yeah yeah yeah, I am one.