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THE ROLLING STONES

"Can't you hear me knockin' down your dirty street?"

General Rating: 5

Introduction

ALBUM REVIEWS:

VIDEOS:

APPENDIX A: My Review Of The Stones' Moscow Concert

APPENDIX B: SOLO PROJECTS

APPENDIX C: GUEST APPEARANCES

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Introduction

What has not yet been said about these guys? OK, let's recall it in a few words: they were one of the two most popular rock bands in the world; they lasted longer than anybody else and last still; they created tons of hits in their prime years and lots of hits in their later years; they pioneered rock concerts as we know them; they are the forefathers of billions of lesser groups, etc., etc.
Their image has always been that of the "bad guys" - contrary to the Beatles. Imposed on them by early manager Andrew Oldham, it has quickly been integrated within them and became part of their lives and part of their music, too. In fact, this was just the problem: at times the "naughtiness" of the music threatened to overshadow its actual quality. But only at times. As it was, they created one brilliant tune after another without any seeming efforts, and just because at least eighty percent of their total output is high above the mark "outstanding" they easily score a 5 on my band rating scale.
Before I go on straight to the actual reviews, though, I feel there's one myth about the Stones that I just have to try to rebutt. Most people who aren't diehard Stones fans often speak of their music as 'formulaic'. The expression 'the Rolling Stones formula' is so frequent among reviewers, critics and simply lovers of their music, that it finally gets on my nerves. As far as I see it, the Stones' 'formula' is often seen as the kind of raunchy, riff-based blues-rocker with smutty or just dangerous sounding lyrics, played at high or mid-tempo speed, high volume and lots of energy and force. Examples: 'Brown Sugar', 'Rocks Off', 'Jumpin' Jack Flash', 'Honky Tonk Women', etc. These are the 'formula' that the Stones did well. The rest was crap - unexperienced dabblings in pop and psychedelia, stupid flirtations with disco, etc. So the Stones are good at what they do best, but this also makes them limited and monotonous and not too clever or experimental.
Well, forget that. The Stones don't have any more 'formula' than any band or performer you might be familiar with - except for special oddities like artists who made it their forte to change face all the time (like David Bowie), only the Beatles could be more diverse as the Stones. Yes, blues and blues-rock has always been the core of the Stones' sound - but only the core, around which they piled layer upon layer of diverse experimentation with almost every genre you can name, experimentation that was more fruitful than not. They started off as a blues/R'n'B combo, created a totally new, exuberant style of youthful, menacing rock'n'roll, then went off into pop and psychedelia, before settling... nah. That's where they keep saying that everything they did after 1967 is 'formula'. Is Beggar's Banquet formula? It has Latin rhythms. It has blues. It has country. It has rock'n'roll. It has gospel. It might be 'roots-rock', but 'roots-rock' does not equal 'formula'. And even so, throughout the Seventies, Eighties and Nineties the Stones experimented with every new genre, including reggae, disco, punk, electronics, new wave, and, more recently, they have even incorporated elements of grunge and hip-hop. Their creativity is unmatched - except for, once again, only the Beatles, nobody comes close to their vast understanding of Music as a whole. And a note for the 'protesters': don't go off judging the Stones on the evidence presented by Hot Rocks. Better go out today and buy at least a dozen of their most essential albums. These are indisposable in any decent rock'n'roll collection.
Lineup, as we know it:
Mick Jagger - vocals, harmonica, occasional guitar, and dancing. The face of the Stones. Pretty much a general symbol of the sixties, Mick is, surprisingly enough, not the heart of the Stones. OK, so he is the dominus on stage, and most of the lyrics and at least a certain share of the melodies do belong to him, but the real musical genius of the band is Keith Richard(s) - guitar. Yes, that's the man who wrote the riff to "Satisfaction" in his sleep, and, although I must admit his playing has worsened a bit over the years, his musical sense is as strong as ever. The Riffmeister, I heard they call him, and he is one: nobody has cranked up more fantastic riffs in their lives than ole Keith did. Charlie Watts - drums. Certainly not the best drummer in the world, as hardcore fans proclaim him to be, he is still extremely professional, with a steady trademark beat, and he's also revered as the "glue" that held the rest of the Stones together through the years.
So much for the regular guys. Now the traitor: Bill Wyman - bass guitar. For decades he's been as loyal to the Glimmer Twins as Charlie was, then he suddenly quit in 1993 (1991?), just before the Voodoo Lounge sessions. I still can't understand it. I thought he retired from playing completely - now I hear he's still playing with some other guys (or solo?) Was it necessary to quit? Hmm. Strange. Anyway, his solo output is usually dismissed by critics as disco crap.
So now the Stones don't have a base player, using Darryl Jones on occasion. However, the most "fluent" vacation was always that of the second guitar player. Brian Jones was a huge driving force for the Stones in the early years, when they were playing pure R&B, and especially in the mid-sixties, when he drove them into artistic rock and psychodelia. However, he was suffering from the same problems as Syd Barrett, so in the end he was completely stoned out of his head, quit the band and drowned (1969). His replacement - Mick Taylor - embellished the Stones' sound with elaborate bluesy guitar solos a la Clapton/Page, hugely increasing the degree of professionalism in an era when it was needed by everybody (late sixties - early seventies). He quit in 1975, and was replaced by Ron Wood - a very nice guy and quite a good player; still, his sound does not always fit in well with what is known as "the Stones' sound", and overall I think that the Stones will always be remembered for Brian Jones, not for Ronnie.
About the reviews: I am following the American catalog, which is the only one to be found on CDs. It is generally blamed as being totally derivative and all, but I think it's OK, especially since if you stick to the American catalog you'll be able to get more songs on original albums than with the British catalog. Still, there are some problems: some of the songs get duplicated (especially if you take Flowers), and some songs are still unavailable - unless you purchase the Singles Collection which is three CDs out of which you probably need only about a fifth part or so. That's what I say - a hardcore fan and his money are soon parted.
P.S. As of now, the Stones page is the largest on this site - therefore, it has been cut into two more or less equal parts; all the regular studio and live albums up to 1974 (i.e. the Jones and Taylor periods) are reviewed here ("stones.htm"), and the albums 1975-98 (the Wood period), videos, concert reviews and reviews of solo projects and guest appearances have been transferred to another page ("stones1.htm"). You can easily access it if you follow the links to any of the albums or videos from the 'table of contents', or from the link at the bottom of this page.

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ALBUM REVIEWS
ENGLAND'S NEWEST HITMAKERS

Year Of Release: 1964
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 13

The fiercest-hitting record of 1964. Which, really, says it all.
Best song: I'M A KING BEE

A fantastic debut, probably one of the best, at least for the early Sixties. Like I said, the Stones manufactured their image as that of the bad guys, and this album gives totally no quarter, at least, when we consider the early days when it was recorded! Most of the songs are covers, of course - the Glimmer Twins Mick and Keith didn't have their songwriting schtick worked out yet, but who can tell? Most of them are only associated with the Stones by now. The only complete original, apparently written by Mick and Keith on orders from early manager Fuckin' Andrew (Loog Oldham), is pop - a catchy ballad called 'Tell Me'; it's good, with a charming arpeggiated guitar melody, and certainly hints at their later successes. Rumour has it that Oldham locked 'em up in the kitchen and told not to come out until they'd written something as good as the Beatles did, so they wrote 'Tell Me'. Later rumours, though, told that it was 'As Tears Go By'. Even later rumours said that it was something more forgettable, but there I lost interest in rumours completely. Why should I listen to rumours when I can enjoy 'Tell Me' instead? That guitar sound is friggin' awesome!
Most of the other tracks are hard, raucous and uncompromising - either hardcore blues stuff (Jimmy Reed's 'Honest I Do' with incredibly loud drumming and cute little guitar lines by Brian; Slim Harpo's 'I'm A King Bee' also starring Brian on 'stinging' guitar) or extremely tight and menacing R'n'B (Chuck Berry's 'Carol' which nullifies the original with its pulsating level of energy; the closing 'Walking The Dog', where Mick's ferocious vocals, naughty whistling and insane guitar licks combine in an outstanding performance - at least, for 1964 it really was outstanding). Of course, when you're mostly doing covers you can't expect everything to work, so a couple of them blow, like the piano-driven monotonous 'Can I Get A Witness' (where Mick sings in one of the strangest, most unnatural tones he'd ever adopted) and the preachy 'You Can Make It If You Try' (still featuring terrific vocals from Mick). Hmm, maybe I just don't like the way these guys did Motown tunes - maybe they should have left that stuff to the Fab Four. But it's all compensated on more, even more crazy fast numbers - the classic 'Route 66' and 'I Just Wanna Make Love To You' (oh, that harmonica!) Can you imagine the guys doing 'I Just Wanna Make Love To You' on the Ed Sullivan show? They did it! And who ever remembers that 'Route 66' is an old Fourties blues number, when all that is needed to really make this song smoke is that hard, 'sneering' guitar tone as Richards bends his strings as even Chuck Berry wouldn't bend 'em? They couldn't go wrong! Ample proof to this is that even when they decide to plain boogie and have a little fun in the studio, building a 'jam' around the rhythm of 'Can I Get A Witness', they come out with a loud, happy, delirium-filled instrumental (oddly entitled 'Now I've Got A Witness'). And watch out for that guitar solo! The funny thing is that, once they'd finished laying down the tapes, they went on to record a vocally embellished version of same jam called 'Fuckin' Andrew' (see my Metamorphosis review for that one); fortunately, they had the good commercial sense to not put it on record. Shucks, the recording people wouldn't have let them anyway.
In all, this is a great album - suffice it to say that, even if the songwriting is practically non-existent (yet), the playing skills of all the five Stones are unsurpassed. In fact, they blow away all competition, including The Beatles! Mick's voice is just perfect - sure, he did gain more prowess at it in the future, but it's strong, fresh and full of that young energy he'd lost completely by the mid-Seventies. Keith is cranking out terrific riffs and Berry-licks, Brian demonstrates he's fully mastered all the blues intonations he could find on imported Muddy Waters and Elmore James records, Bill gives out dark swift basslines one could only dream about and Charlie's not freaking out (well, he was never freakin' out) but keeping a tight grip throughout all of the album. Perfect! No wonder the album was such a sensation in Britain at the time of release. Today, many people just shrug their shoulders and say: 'So what?' But you gotta understand, nobody played that fast, insane and yet fully competent at the time. The Kinks were fast and raunchy, too, but they were sloppy. The Beatles weren't sloppy, but they were never as vicious. The Animals weren't as menacing. And the Who were yet unknown. If you want to get an even more clear picture, please find the Beatles' version of 'Carol' found on their BBC album and compare with this one; you'll see the big difference.
This one is certainly one of the very best early rock albums when nobody could yet write important songs but everybody played the same five or six dozen Chuck Berry/Carl Perkins/Buddy Holly originals so that the only way to make an album stand out was to tighten up the playing until it became absolutely terrific. In fact, I doubt if even a handful of today's bands can keep up to the standard! No offense, but... Anyway, one more thing: this American release features the British hit single 'Not Fade Away' (a fine chunk of Buddy Holly's beat) instead of the original 'Mona' (a fine chunk of Bo Diddley's beat) for no particular reason. 'Mona' later worked its way to the Now! album.

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12 * 5

Year Of Release: 1964
Record rating = 7
Overall rating = 12

A bit smoothed with some pop songs, but the band is as tight and crisp as ever.
Best song: IT'S ALL OVER NOW

The main change from the first album is that this one is a bit more pop: maybe the band was just trying to find its way into the heart of the teenager's mother as well as the teenager himself - a hard feat, though, as it takes just one look at Andrew Loog Oldham's 'fuck-you' brand of liner notes composition to realize that no mother would come within a mile's distance of early Rolling Stones albums. Nevertheless, there is quite a bit of pop on this record, and you can't really get away from the fact. Thus, for instance, the Drifters' "Under The Boardwalk", a cute little love ballad, would probably have never made it onto Hitmakers. I do like it, though: it is not really all that crappy, the lyrics are even a little naughty ("on the blanket with my baby" - hmmm?) and the sound is great. It's just that it does not fit in with such rip-roaring tracks as "Confessin' The Blues", one of the most uncompromised blues covers the Stones have ever put out, or the furious, primal energy-filled "Suzie-Q" which closes the album (unfortunately, it's just too short for everybody's tastes), or Chuck Berry's "Around And Around" with Keith popping out his Berry-licks like mad. "Around And Around", in fact, is the archetypal Stones' rocker: maybe Keith doesn't add anything particularly Keith-ian to the song, but he makes these chords so... so refined, if you know what I mean, that there's basically nothing to add or subtract here: it's perfect.
But there's more to this album. For one, it includes their first significant hit single in Britain - the cover of the Womacks' "It's All Over Now", with a frantic guitar break that has probably driven many a teenager half insane (not to mention the booming, anthemic fade-out). How sorrowful it is that Keith can't play like that any more - believe me, there once was a period when he wasn't just one of the best rhythm guitarists in the world, he was a great, derivative but amazingly professional soloist. If you check out the live version they did on their 1994 tour, you'll find out that the excitement is simply all gone... but in 1964, it was all there. The song was so impressive at the time that it even led to the Kinks ripping it off for 'So Mystifying'. Next, this is the best place to encounter the truly timeless ballad "Time Is On My Side" (oh yes it is!) Again, it doesn't belong to the Stones (originally credited to Meade & Norman), but who cares? Gee, did they know back in 1964 that this song would eventually lose its simple love ballad status and move on to almost anthemic heights - last time they performed it was in 1998, I think!! Finally, there's a hilarious jam ("2120 South Michigan Avenue") driven by Ian Stewart's organ and Mick's harmonica. Quite cool!
Still, let us be frank and admit there are some drawbacks here. They are not catastrophic or even bad, though - just some 'plain' numbers overshadowed by the really good stuff. "Good Times Bad Times", the second official Jagger-Richards composition, is an unconvincing blues rip-off and poorly produced as well: the harmonica lines seem coming and going, one moment they're mixed way below the bass, the other moment they're piercing my ears, and I don't like that - seems like the engineers were just having fun in the studio. "Empty Heart", in my opinion, is boring, since it isn't really a song - it's another jam full of blueswailing, and again, somewhat poorly produced. The melody is quite rudimentary, and seems like just a pretext for the endless disjointed screams and chaotic noises from Mick; the thing would later be perfected on 'I'm Goin' Home', but it took them two more years to master the art of 'noisy jamming'. Finally, yet another obligatory Motown number "If You Need Me" is very naive and almost duplicating "You Can Make It If You Try". Listenable, though, and at least it has that nice organ and all. Not stinkers, all of these, but they just do not hold up to the standard. Seriously.
Note that once again, the songs are all covers - "Good Times Bad Times" does not really count, as it's, in fact, an alien blues number with new lyrics. The one major exception, then, is 'Grown Up Wrong', another poorly-produced tune which, however, counts as the official start to Jagger's reputation as a misogynist ('Well you look so sweet when you're in your jeans but you're grown upon me'). Kinda inoffensive, as of yet, but after all, it's only the start. And the song's melody as well is quite promising: I mean, isn't it blessed with the first original Keith Richards riff ever? No, don't answer that: I know it must be ripped-off (actually, 'riffed-off', heh heh). But I don't know where from, and I don't want to, because I want to believe my suggestion that it's the first original Keith Richards riff ever! Please don't mail me with information on that one! Let me stay ignorant! Too much knowledge can be dangerous!
For the record: most of the album was taken from British singles ("It's All Over Now/Good Times Bad Times") and an EP named Five By Five ("Around And Around", "Confessin' The Blues", "2120...", "If You Need Me", "Empty Heart"), one song was exclusively American ("Congratulations" - an excellent self-penned sad ballad), the rest of the tracks were taken from the British The Rolling Stones No. 2 album.

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THE ROLLING STONES, NOW!

Year Of Release: 1965
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 13

Yet another R'n'B album, with some more happy originals and fantastic covers.
Best song: DOWNHOME GIRL

This American-only release kinda corrects the poppy mistake of 12x5 and reverts us to the hard, uncompromising style of the first LP. Nothing like 'Under The Boardwalk' or 'If You Need Me' on this one, and, while I have nothing in particular against these songs, that 'hardcore' sound was so perfect in the first place that it really made me subtract them one point for 12x5. Not for this one, even if, I'll be the first to admit it, there's very little movement forward here. However, the number of original compositions slowly starts to grow, and, what's even more important, the Mick and Keith guys start getting more and more self-assured. 'Off The Hook' features the first ever classic Stones riff (okay, so I said 'Grown Up Wrong' had the first one, but it wasn't 'classic') in what would soon become an endless stream of 'em, and, while the repetitive chorus 'it's off the hook... it's off the hook... it's of the hook...' (hint: the song concerns a guy who can't get a call through to his gal, so he sends her to hell) might sometimes get on my nerves, it could also be specially designed to serve as a metaphor for a phone ring. Could it? 'What A Shame' is their (quite successful) attempt at independent bluesmaking - Bill Wyman is the major star here, with some really cool bass lines, but, as usual, it's also a great showcase for Mick, and the line 'you might wake up in the morning, find your poor selves dead' is one of the more famous Stones' quotes of the century. 'Surprise Surprise' has no special hooks about it (apart from the fact that it's fast), so it's forgettable, but quite listenable, nevertheless. And, of course, the great ballad 'Heart Of Stone' is timeless, with its ferocious guitar solo and clever lyrics; often regarded as the first in a series of 'golden Stones ballads', it perfectly lives up to its reputation. One might also complain that the Stones are imitating their Motown idols a bit too closely on that one, and this is probably true, but the lyrics are one hundred percent Stones ('better listen little girl/You go walking down that street/I ain't got no love/I ain't the kind to meet'), and the electrifying solo sure couldn't have been taken off any Temptations tune.
Still, closely following the tradition, it's the covers that rule on this third album, and they're as good as ever. Two Berry rockers: 'Down The Road Apiece' and 'You Can't Catch Me' give no quarter, with Keith outchucking Chuck and Mick outsinging every single coarse-throated, deep-spittled, guitar-wanking bluesman for thousands of miles around; both songs crash in at a terrific speed and leave you breathless in a couple o' moments. Legend has it that Chuck himself watched them record 'Down The Road' and even said 'wow, you guys are really getting it on' - but it's just a legend, and probably not true at all. No doubt, though, that they are really 'getting it on': just watch Keith exterminate his guitar as he launches into a whole dozen of various boogie riffs along the way, while Ian Stewart's rollicking piano makes the perfect background for him. Bo Diddley's 'I Need You (Mona)' bores me as mightily as possible (it's long, it's repetitive, it's based on the one and only rhythm that Bo Diddley ever favoured, and it's poorly produced, with Mick's vocals buried under a cement floor of sound; do you need other complaints?), but I sure couldn't say the same for 'Little Red Rooster' - a great Southern blues, this time featuring Brian with his slide guitar as the main hero. 'Rooster' was such a great recording success for them, in fact, that it was even released as a single - one of their last 'cover singles', in fact. But it deserves it: the dreary, dangerous, mystical, swampy Southern atmosphere is captured perfectly on these two-and-a-short-bit minutes of sound. The album opener, 'Everybody Needs Somebody To Love', is five minutes long (whoah!), so it can be justly proclaimed as the predecessor to the famous 'I'm Goin' Home' jam. Compare it with 'Empty Heart' and you'll see how far they have progressed: the latter was a slow, muddled jam, the former is a fast, up-to-the-point jam which you can listen to or you can dance to, whatever you will. 'Downhome Girl' perfectly ties in with Mick's growing misogyny and features yet another classy riff. Actually, it's kinda my favourite song on here, you know? It's SPOOKY! Maybe the first really really spooky song the Stones have recorded, don't play it in the dark to your younger brother! When Mick sings those lyrics about 'I'm gonna take you to the muddy river/And push you in...', and Keith backs him up with that sneering riff, I get that funny tingling sensation that only a true Stones' fan can appreciate... wow, wow. Groovy.
And, just to make it obvious that this album is not much of an improvement over the first one, they have inserted some filler stuff: Solomon Burke's ballad 'Pain In My Heart' could have been appropriate on a Ringo Starr solo album, while 'Oh Baby (We Got A Good Thing Going)' is a strange R'n'B mess which I cannot even assign to a specific genre. Thankfully, neither of them are very long.
For the record: this American bastard is the rough equivalent of the British No. 2 album, the rest of it being drawn from singles ('Little Red Rooster/Off The Hook') or from American-only releases ('Surprise Surprise'); 'I Need You' was actually recorded on their first British LP, and 'Heart Of Stone' and 'Oh Baby' didn't appear in Britain until Out Of Our Heads.

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OUT OF OUR HEADS

Year Of Release: 1965
Record rating = 7
Overall rating = 12

The covers start to bore, but they save it with some incredible originals.
Best song: SATISFACTION, of course!

Overrated, but its British counterpart was even worse (hey, now don't frown at me! I just mean I like the first three albums better). This American version pumps up the rating because it includes some of the Stones' prime singles of that era, namely, '(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction' which everybody knows to the point of suffocation (that's not to say it still ain't one of the best fuckin' rock songs in the world), and 'The Last Time', with yet another superriff by Keith who was already shooting them off like mad. In some way, these songs mark the 'great transition' - the Stones finally mature into not just competent songwriters, no, somewhere along the way they made that giant step that brought them right on to the level of the Beatles and, say, far away from the level of the Animals. I mean, the 1964 Stones were good, but so were the Animals. Yet the Animals did not make the giant step, and the Stones did - by coming up with the riff for 'Satisfaction', the one that showed them slowly moving away from the blues at last, and becoming more of a 'rock' band than an 'R'n'B cover' band.
Also among the highlights we have 'Play With Fire' (the B-side to 'Last Time'), which is notorious for some menacing acoustic guitar and some menacing social comment-type, almost heretic, lyrics (in brief, this is Mick's version of 'Like A Rolling Stone'); 'The Under Assistant West Coast Promotion Man', one of their longest, if not the very longest, title (oh, sorry me, now haven't I forgotten 'Haveyouseenyourmotherbaby...') is Mick's excourse into the nature of show business set to a little nagging bleeding riff making it really 'sharp' - some say it was a veiled sneering attack on Andrew Oldham and his ambitions; and 'The Spider And The Fly' is Mick's excourse into the nature of some funny things on the brinks of show business praising sexual freedom. So there. And note that, while the latter two songs are essentially blues, 'Play With Fire' is no blues - in retrospect, it seems almost gothic, and it was also the first time the Stones brought in a harpsichord, here played by Jack Nitzsche. (Note that the Beatles didn't have no harpsichords yet!) One can only imagine the impact that the single whose A-side was 'The Last Time', with that unforgettable riff, and whose B-side was 'Play With Fire', could have made in 1965.
However, most of the other tracks are somewhat 'ambivalent'. They were already on the road to complete creative freedom, but still hindered - either by the company or by themselves (the latter seems closer to the truth). So, as usual, we have a lot of covers, most of them far from raw R'n'B: in fact, they're closely moving on on Motown, and this is not always a good idea. And it almost seems as if they were slowly running out of gas on the material: these covers are rarely dark or menacing, although eminently professional and exciting, as usual, like Sam Cooke's 'Good Times', for instance. It's short, poppy, has some charming vocals, but overall is pretty pretty lightweight, a far cry from 'Confessin' The Blues', don't you think? Then there's Marvin Gaye's 'Hitch Hike' that has its title repeated enough times to make you completely go 'out of your head'; even if, I'll be the first to admit, the song is catchy as hell. All of these are nice, sure enough, and if it ain't enough, well, then remember that Mick gives a terrific performance on 'That's How Strong My Love Is', and his battle with Keith's (Brian's?) guitar wails on 'Cry To Me' is electrifying. The playing is as superb and tight as ever ('Mercy Mercy'), and the live version of 'I'm Alright' drives the audiences to hysteria; the only real letdown is the closing 'One More Try' which sounds as if it was first intended for The Kinks' debut album. It's also an original, but this time, a weak throwaway: Jagger's lyrics overboil with banality, and the melody sounds as if it had been played by a three-year-old with one finger on a piano. Apparently, it was recorded specially for the American market. Gee, was that a hint? Strange how one and the same record can include at the same time such a high point as 'Satisfaction' and such an embarrassment as this one.
Still, the covers start to bore - a little, but being juxtaposed to their blistering originals they already look... bleak, if you know what I mean. 'Route '66' was alright when set next to 'Tell Me', you understand, but would you like it to take its rightful place by 'Satisfaction'? Guess not. That's the trouble with this album - it's divided into a superb part (most of the originals) and a so-so part (covers). This is the crucial point at which the Stones ought to have realized that they had slowly matured to the point of leaving 'cover business' behind; but they hadn't realized it, and continued to pump out Motownish stuff almost by inertia. If anything, they are simply repeating themselves: after all, generic R'n'B is a rather limited field of activity, and, having proved themselves masters of the genre's interpretation for the British public, they would have stagnated in no time were they to simply go on with the same business. Now just imagine how the British version of the LP should have looked - with no 'Satisfaction', 'Play With Fire' and 'The Last Time'! For the record: some of the tracks on the British version of this album later re-surfaced on the American December's Children ('She Said Yeah', 'I'm Free' and others), and some appeared earlier on the American Now! ('Heart Of Stone', 'Oh Baby').

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DECEMBER'S CHILDREN (AND EVERYBODY'S)

Year Of Release: 1965
Record rating = 6
Overall rating = 11

More boring covers and bland originals. Where's the development, boys?
Best song: GET OFF OF MY CLOUD

The bastard of the bastards, this is the most artificial of the American releases. Struggling to clock out yet another full-length LP while the band wasn't actually planning to cut a new one in the studio, the record company had to venture as far back as the Stones' earliest records, virtually unknown in the States - and, strange enough, most of these early selections rule. They RULE! The live cuts - 'Route '66' and 'I'm Moving On' - rock as hard as can be possible among a crowd full of roaring girls, while the Motown ballad 'You Better Move On' usually is ranked among their finest pop covers. Especially wonderful are the backing vocals - yes, the Stones could be as good as the Beatles if they really tried. And to think that they recorded that song in 1963! Meanwhile, 'I'm Moving On' undeniably proves that the Stones' live energy far outmatched their studio deliveries even as early as 1964: some critics called the song 'proto-metal', and so it is: the boys take an old country standard and play it ten times faster than it used to be played, adding distortion and a particularly low, grumbly guitar tone, not to mention Jagger's sneering intonations. The audience screams overwhelm the recording, of course, but maybe that should only add to the effectiveness of the tune, I dunno.
As for the newer material - well, you may not believe me, but it sure is patchy. The few songs constituting the prime stuff (mostly culled off from contemporary hit singles) is certainly fantastic. We got the great pot anthem 'Get Off Of My Cloud', the one that celebrates cool guitar riffs, tremendous drumming and totally undecipherable lyrics (a good thing, too - not everybody would be pleased with this mention of a 'detergent pack' that early in the rock business). On the other hand, this is one of the earliest declarations of the 'fuck-you-all, I'm a completely free person' attitude in rock, and in a certain way, this song is as close to 'punk' as the Stones would ever get: a barrage of distorted, dirty chords, a singer that don't give a damn, and, of course, the lyrics - well, they aren't exactly rebellious lyrics, to be sure (the singer just wants to be left alone), but certainly it's a protest kinda song. Whaddaya think? This sure beats the crap out of their 'punkish revival' on Some Girls! Sounds tons more sincere and up to the point, no doubt about that.
In contrast to the ragged, hard-rockin' scent of 'Cloud', the string-laden 'As Tears Go By' is often said to be the Stones' 'Yesterday', and them that say that might be right, too, ya know? It was earlier a hit for soon-to-be-Jagger-girlfriend Marianne Faithfull, but I seriously doubt about her version being able to overshadow Mick's silly, funny and tender lyrical rendition (in fact, I haven't heard anything from Marianne but 'Something Better', and it was enough for me). And, well, the hippie anthem 'I'm Free' is just a good song to sing when you're, like, feeling free. Question: did the Stones rip the 'hold me, love me' section from 'Eight Days A Week' or was it just a common cliche? I'm certainly not that educated to tell...
The rest, however, might be said to stink - at least, in comparison with the better efforts. The blues covers are getting monotonous, and the smell of freshness is slowly evaporating. After all, 'Look What You've Done' is no 'Confessin' The Blues' - who needs it if you already have got all those sharp, crisp pieces of blueswailing on their first three albums? It doesn't even have a good harmonica solo! It only has a decent harmonica solo - and that's a terrible crime, considering how I really respect Mick's talent at blowing this instrument (in those days, nobody puffed it as good'n'hard as ol' Mick did!) The R'n'B covers suffer the same fate; c'mon now, 'Talking About You'? What the heck is that? Gimme 'Carol' or 'Down The Road Apiece' over this one any time of the day! They simply start to repeat themselves; it ain't that this nine hundred and ninety-ninth Chuck Berry cover is bad, it's just that it adds nothing to their already established legacy. Gimme development! There is also a strangely metallized jazz song that they learned from Ray Charles and proceeded to make hardly listenable ('She Said Yeah'); fortunately, it clocks in at a minute and a half, making this their personal record for shortest song ever (I think). And the more pop originals are just weak - 'The Singer Not The Song' and 'Blue Turns To Grey' can be rated among their weakest 60's efforts, bland, banal ballads with clumsy song structures and uninteresting hooks (there, however, exists an alternate version of the latter, present on my CD copy of Metamorphosis, and it's far superior, with a certain Beatlesque charm that's missing on the original). To top it off, they proudly present us with 'Gotta Get Away', a slow, almost snail-paced, shuffle with a half-finished chorus and a thoroughly annoying vocal tone. So what happened?
What happened is that they were on the point of stagnation and needed somebody to pull them out of it. After all, how long can you just go on producing cover after cover after cover and plagiarizing your beloved Motown and Delta idols? And we're talking five albums here - indeed, if not for the fact that Mick and Keith were two really, really smart dudes, the band would already have become history. In fact, by the end of 1965 they were in danger of degenerating to the state of early Kinks: funny, danceable, and producing a bunch of terrific singles from time to time, but letting it all down on the LPs... And please note that I'm in no way putting this record down - an overall rating of 11 still means it's pretty good - but you gotta understand, this is still pretty low by the band's own standards.
As it so often happened, they were pulled out by The Beatles (who wasn't?), but that's another story. Move on...

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AFTERMATH

Year Of Release: 1966
Record rating = 9
Overall rating = 14

A great collection of originals, quiet but catchy.
Best song: PAINT IT BLACK

The first real big hurrah for the band. The original British LP contained fourteen Jagger - Richards originals, and even though the greedy American managers gave out just eleven (eliminating "What To Do", "Out Of Time", "Mother's Little Helper" and "Take It Or Leave It" and adding the single "Paint It Black" instead), this is still quite a respectable collection. Most of the songs are of prime quality, and in fact, this is the first in a line of top-knotch Stones LPs. If some stupid people pretend that Let It Bleed was the first great album for the Stones, don't let them fool you. It was the last. (I mean, the last that deserves ten stars).
The production, as on most early Stones LPs, is muddy, and the arrangements do not strain too far from each other. But the melodies, lyrics, singing and playing more than compensate. The ballads, for one, are purely haunting. "Lady Jane" is Jagger's best-ever attempt at a Tudorian ballad, and a one that wouldn't seem out of place at a banquet of King Henry VIII. If your parents can't stand the Stones, pacify them with this song - nobody can deny its beauty, just as nobody can deny that Jack Nitzsche plays some great harpsichord and Brian Jones gets the best out of his gentle, medieval dulcimer playing (whatever that thingamajig is). And "I Am Waiting" is all built around a great riff, emphasized by cute Jagger vocals and a powerful middle-eight; sometimes the endless chanting 'I am waiting, I am waiting' might get on your nerves, but only rarely so. I'd say it also has a slightly 'gothic' feel around it, but wouldn't know for sure how to back up my argument. Anyway, the Beatles never attempted anything like that - their forces lay in other fields o' work.
And the rockers? The rockers do rock, all driven by Wyman's monstrous bass and greatly helped by keyboards. I sometimes miss the gruff Richards tone on here, because most of the rockers are rather 'soft' than 'hard', but that's what they were trying to do - come up with a more 'moderate', 'mainstreamish' sound, and at the same time beat all competition with these impeccable melodies. 'Flight 505' is a real treat, with its tasty piano intro, funny lyrics that have to deal with air crashes, and a monotonous, but highly infectious beat (Charlie's da man!); 'It's Not Easy' is underpinned by a rumbling Wyman bassline (that fuzzy tone gotta be the heaviest thing you'll ever hear on this record), and hooks you with some wonderfully sublime call-and-answer vocals from Jagger and Co. as Mick barks about the unfair state of modern life and how 'it's really hard' ('It's not easy', the smooth-tongued backing vocals reply). And the humorous country-western tidbit ('High And Dry') is so darn good, too! Look out for that harmonica - Mick picks it up again!
The two major opera on the record, however, are unquestionably 'Paint It Black' and 'Under My Thumb' - I feel silly reviewing 'em, but, after all, none of these songs have the popularity of 'Satisfaction', so I'll talk about them in case some more-than-18-year-old-dumbass who hasn't yet heard them comes by this page (and yes, sir, if you're more than 18 years old, heck, if you're more than 14 years old and still haven't heard either of these tunes, you're a dumbass!). The former is arguably the most bleak, depressive, complaintive, paranoid tune that ever came from the warped mind of Mr Richards, Mr Jagger and Mr Jones, and don't you tell me Jones had nothing to do with the writing - he contributed a brilliant sitar part! Have you ever seen the footage of the band on the Ed Sullivan show with Brian sitting cross-legged and playing that instrument as if it were a bass guitar? He's soooo cute! And then, of course, 'Under My Thumb', where Jones contributes marimbas this time (the guy must have been heavy on cash), and whose wonderfully other-worldly sound is so in contrast with its misogynistic lyrics. Note that the song's definite live version can be found on Still Life - here, the main riff is a bit obscured. On the other hand, the marimbas can't be beat, and I doubt if the boys ever thought of bringing the marimbas on stage with them. Trivia buff: the song was later recorded and made even more famous by the Who when they recorded it, together with 'Last Time', as a 'tribute' to the Stones while they were in jail after the infamous 1967 trial. Not that the Who's version could ever hope to beat the original, of course.
Apart from that, the record's major controversial point is a 'groundbreaking' eleven-minute jam ("I'm Going Home") which people usually hate. Me, however, thinks Jagger makes it much more than simply endurable by turning in one of his greatest vocal performances, while Keith manages to insert a lovely lick now and then, so I'm not bored. Definitely not bored! It's funny as hell! While Cream would probably just indulge in a boring solo, and Frank Zappa would probably mess it up as hard as possible (he did exactly that on Freak Out! the same year, in fact), the Stones just make it funny. Maybe it's just a blues jam, but have you noticed how many different spoken and/or sung phrases he manages to insert? And how Keith manages to follow his intonations? Man, I admit it's freaking swell as it is, but if ever I find out that most of it was recorded live, I'll just have to assume this is genius. And the scene is thus set for more examples of Jagger's famous 'spookiness' that you can find on more well-known and admired tracks like 'Midnight Rambler' or 'Fingerprint File'.
A couple o' numbers may sound as fillers ("Doncha Bother Me", "Think"); actually, the 'filler' effect arises mainly because they are not as innovative as other tracks, usually looking as variations; but hey, what do we call a variation on a perfect musical theme? that's right, a perfect variation. Don't allow yourself to be muddled. This is a brilliant record. Why it is so often overlooked in the light of the Stones' 1968-72 period beats and baffles me. It is the first Stones album, basically, to contain no filler: every song on here has something in the way of hooks or moods or originality going for it. In fact, I originally gave it the highest possible rating (15 overall), which explains some of the puzzled comments below; since then I've come to realize that it's not all that breathtaking to really compete with Let It Bleed, but it's still virtually flawless, and I'm perfectly happy to give it a 14.

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GOT LIVE IF YOU WANT IT

Year Of Release: 1966
Record rating = 5
Overall rating = 10

Historically important, but this is not the kind of live album you'll want on your turntable too often...
Best song: FORTUNE TELLER

Warning! Don't confound this album with the earlier EP of the same name. That one was a document of their 1965 British tour, this one is a document of their 1966 British tour, although, perversely, it was originally released only in America.
I used to love this album for some unknown reason. Maybe I'm a jerk, or I'm just too passionately in love with that early period. But I confess it's really lousy, more of a historical interest. The sound is poorly captured and completely obscured by screaming girls - a real pain in the neck. The actual performances do not strain too far from the originals, and such great songs as 'Lady Jane', 'Time Is On My Side' and 'The Last Time' do not really seem to work any better live than on the original studio releases - at least, not here. Not to mention that selecting 'Lady Jane' for a live cut is plain strange - and how they could ever manage this quiet, gentle number on stage among the general chaos and hoopla is a mystery to me. Plus, I kinda miss the dulcimer, and Mick's bizarre scat singing during the instrumental passage is plain ridiculous! Stick to the studio version, please. But you gotta appreciate how the second side of this album begins with a snippet of 'Satisfaction', and then they suddenly break it off and go crashing into 'The Last Time'; doubtless, this was a result of studio mixing, but an interesting result at that.
And, after all, if it's energy and headbanging you're after, not quality, you won't regret buying the album. I mean, you'll be able to appreciate its vibe right from the very first track - this version of 'Under My Thumb' is certainly different from the studio one. They start it off with Charlie pounding out a ferocious beat, and then the guitars and Mick step in without warning, at a much faster speed than the original. The playing is sloppy, the singing ain't worth a damn (I guess it all has something to do with Mick having to constantly fight chicks off the stage), but who cares? It's the friggin' Rolling Stones, by gum! And if, no matter how hard you try, you're still unable to catch the moment where they break off 'Under My Thumb' and charge into 'Get Off Of My Cloud', why should you bother? This is just your standard punkish energy on display! By the way, this here version of 'Get Off' rules - Mick's singing is even more ununderstandable than in the studio, and the guitars, on the contrary, are much more audible. And, for those who are unwilling to invest into compilations (like me), the live version of their single hit '19th Nervous Breakdown' will be a real treat, as it is one of the highlights.
The absolute highlights on this record, however, are relative oldies. 'Not Fade Away' has somewhat improved by 1966, as it seems: it's faster, and kicks tons more butt than on their third single, with Keith punching out an almost grungey riff, and Charlie again demonstrating his fascinating 'swing'. And then there's the regular stage favourite 'I'm Alright' that was always famous for driving the audience wild. You gotta appreciate that cute little Brian Jones riff, and Keith has quite a lot of fun with his six-string, too. And Mick sings up a storm! Maybe by today's norms this all sounds kinda 'cute' and feeble, but one can only imagine the level of adrenaline in these poor chicks' blood when Mick roared up his 'come on, come on, come on...'
And the concert closes on a high note, too: there's a blistering version of 'Have You Seen Your Mother Baby Standing In The Shadow?', unfortunately, somewhat spoiled by the slowing down of tapes at the very beginning (probably done to achieve a special 'chaotic' sound, but instead resulting in an obviously artificial and unnecessary mess), and 'Satisfaction' is 'Satisfaction', nothing else. Fast, raunchy and, well, satisfying.
As a special 'bonus', the track listing includes two studio recordings set to crowd noises as if they were live, both of them covers: Benny Spellman's 'Fortune Teller' (a great, fast and tight version; could have been outmatched by The Who on their Live At Leeds version, if only they hadn't taken the foolish decision to slow it down in the beginning) and Otis Redding's 'I've Been Loving You Too Long' (a waste of tape, although Jagger does a good vocal job). Either the band just didn't have enough 'quality' live material, or they wanted to play a little mystification on their fans. I think that some old collections have 'Fortune Teller' without the audience noises on it, so if you're interested, you might want to track it down.
Ah, but anyway, who needs such hogwash? Well - I certainly do, because it's catchy hogwash; but all you readers of these reviews, think about it before buying it. I mean, for fine quality playing, you'd better be off with Ya-Ya's; for fine quality sound, Flashpoint is your bet; for the raw 'punkish' energy, check out Love You Live; for speed, speed and speed check out Still Life; for nostalgia, check out No Security. This one's more of a 'document' than anything else. But I'll be the last to admit that, with a little care and a little patience, this couldn't some day become your favourite live Stones' album.

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BETWEEN THE BUTTONS

Year Of Release: 1967
Record rating = 9
Overall rating = 14

English to the core, and it's so weird they rejected it. They shouldn't - it's really timeless.
Best song: LET'S SPEND THE NIGHT TOGETHER

Unjustly forgotten. Even The Stones themselves rarely play any songs from this album (except for 'Let's Spend The Night Together', of course, but let us not forget that the original British release did not feature this one. Also, Keith did 'Connection' while playing solo, but that's another matter). No greatest hits here, no timeless classics. And yet - it's as good as anything, and next to Satanic, holds its right place as one of the most underrated Stones' albums ever. Even more underrated than Satanic, in fact: where Satanic is something of a 'cult' album and a major point of controversy for Stones' fans, Buttons is simply never mentioned at all, as if it never existed. But no, ladies and gentlemen, it's useless to pretend that this album is a throwaway! It's great!
This is the most British of their albums, with two major influences pounding on both the melodies and the lyrics: The Kinks and Dylan. The first influence is seen in such tracks as 'Cool, Calm And Collected', a hot piano boogie with a great 'race-towards-the-end' finale and 'Miss Amanda Jones', just a good rockin' piece with some amazingly 'ard 'n' Keith-ian riffing: both depict English female characters. The only difference is that Ray Davies used to idolize English ways while Mick Jagger ridiculizes them: in 'Cool, Calm & Collected', the character gets sneered upon for her high-class snub-nosedness, and 'Miss Amanda Jones' is Jagger's personal projection of 'Sweet Little Sixteen' on, once again, a high-class society 'outcast'. Add to this the fact that 'CCC' bears a strong influence of Music Hall tunes, and the portrait of Jagger as a sneering little British gentleman is complete.
The second influence, as everybody already said a million times before, is seen in 'Who's Been Sleeping Here', a groovy character-full song closely inspired by Bob's ravings. In fact, I can almost imagine the song done by Bob in his gruff, wheezy tone: 'The noseless old newsboy, the old British brigadier... you'll tell me now, who's been sleeping here...' Hmm. A bit too many sexual overtones for old Zimmerman, but then again, not that many. You gotta love the melody, anyway.
But, besides that, there's still lots and lots of good things: the single 'Let's Spend The Night Together/Ruby Tuesday', which the Americans baffled on onto the first side of the album, is as mighty as anything, with great piano on the first song and a really catchy Mellotron on the second one (which, by the way, is a fine candidate for the Stones' best ballad ever). In fact, the single, for me, is sorta the culmination of the entire Stones' 'pop' period: the melodies are so immaculate, so wonderfully catchy, so breathtakingly groovy, that it's a plain fact - they had nearly caught up with the Beatles and were far, far ahead of any other competition at the time. I love Brian Wilson, but even Brian Wilson never wrote such a perfect pop song as 'Let's Spend The Night Together'. Rumour has it that while they were recording the song, two policemen came along to see what the whole noise was about, and ended up banging their truncheons on the rhythm track. A legend, put forth by Andrew Oldham, nothing more, but hey, if I had the luck to be one of those policemen...
And, damn the Mellotron, they keep experimenting with everything! The spooky organ underlying Mick's unnaturally soft, but dark singing on 'She Smiled Sweetly' is really something else. Did you know that it was Keith who played it? Now there's multi-instrumentalism for you! Add the weird drum line in the somewhat more hard-rockin' 'My Obsession', the now-that-I-can-believe lyrics of 'Yesterday's Papers' ('Seems very hard to have just one girl/When there's a million in the world'), the word-games on 'Complicated' and the wonderfully put together 'All Sold Out', and you have yourself a near-perfect record. The closing 'Something Happened To Me Yesterday' sums up everything with its series of drug-induced situations the choruses to which are sung by Keith, thus marking his start as a vocalist. (Oh wait, he gets to sing on 'Connection', too. Silly me). For some reason, people usually dislike the song, but I can't see that at all. It has a simple, charming Music Hall melody. Maybe these are the same people that hate Sergeant Pepper?
By the way: notice how they like these little Latin words on here? 'Connection', 'complicated', 'obsession', 'calm and collected'. This, actually, is the only thing that lets the album a bit down for me: when they got to 'Complicated', I was already inclined to think: 'Oh God, not again!' Apparently, Mick listened to too much Zimmerman around 1967. (Hey, did you know that when the police busted Keith for drugs the whole company started to tease the cops by singing 'Rainy Day Women'? And that was way back in 1967, too!) Anyway, all of these songs are cute little gems, and the deed of throwing them out of the stage catalogue is yet another dark spot on the band's reputation. Sure, they ain't no 'Jumpin' Jack Flash', but, then again, what is?

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FLOWERS

Year Of Release: 1967
Record rating = 9
Overall rating = 14

An American bastard, but if you want more Stones' pop, there you have it!
Best song: OUT OF TIME

This is a weird album, not exactly a compilation, but rather an interesting effort to introduce the Americans to those particular tracks that were left off the original British releases, namely, Aftermath and Between The Buttons. Of course, these weren't enough for a complete album, so the greedy manager bastards dumped on some outtakes (most of them rather entertaining, I'll admit) and - shame on 'em! - three more tracks previously available on LPs: 'Lady Jane' from Aftermath and 'Let's Spend The Night Together/Ruby Tuesday' from Buttons. But overall this is a magnificent pop album. Not the least trippy, Beach Boyish, Beatlish, Kinkish and utterly delicious, it is still great. I give it a 9 exclusively on the basis of the songs that are on here, NOT taking in consideration the album's general superfluity, as most fans do.
The British-Aftermath tracks, in particular, are very strong: 'Mother's Little Helper' features one of their most vicious satyric lyrics (directed against middle class housewives taking pills, if you know what I mean) and a great stinging riff in between the verses, courtesy of Mr Brian, and it's fast and rockin', anyway. Then there's 'Out Of Time', possibly the most stupendous pop track ever recorded by the band. Unfortunately, it comes in a shortened version - the original was, like, a minute or two longer, and it seems to be unavailable on CD, what a shame! Check Metamorphosis (or the Singles Collection) to see how easy it is to ruin such a perfect pop number with a banal strings arrangement; but don't forget to return here in order to learn what a truly great pop song really is. 'Baby, baby, baby, you're out of time...' And, hey, 'Take It Or Leave It', contrary to what lots of people say, does not blow AT ALL! Why should it? It's just one more strong, a bit retroish, pop song! Yeah, I'll be the first to say that if you're in a sneery mood, it's easy to dismiss the endless 'O la la la ta ta ta ta la la la la' as cheesy, repetitive and annoying, not to mention silly; but somehow they fit in perfectly with the main melody, which, by the way, is quite complicated and witty, if you haven't noticed already.
Oh, but then again, the British-Buttons tracks are even stronger! Need proof? Let me tell you! There's 'Backstreet Girl' - a sly, sleazy accordion-embellished ode to adultery, with cunning French-influenced overtones and a fascinating tongue-in-cheek vocal - 'jesch' oo be mine backstreet guuuuuuuurrrl...' And there's 'Please Go Home' - a gruff, sloppy distortion-embellished ode to... Bo Diddley? I mean, that beat sure dates back to Bo Diddley and songs like 'Mona', but what's the deal with the whole wild bunch of studio experimentation? And the megalithic, booming chorus? A quasi-metallic beat? A hard rock excourse? A pre-Hendrix display of monstruosity? Gee...
And plus, you have your 'Haveyouseenyourmotherbabystandingintheshadow' which is their longest song title, even though it only consists of one word. At least, that's how I put it. Anyway, you shouldn't bother - you won't be able to understand a single word out of the lyrics anyway. Rumours have it that the record-buying public were afraid of those lyrics that were too scary and dark for them and that's why the single didn't chart too high - but that's a damn lie! How could they make out a single word apart from the track name? The melody, though, is much more than decent, if you can get past the muddy, probably intentionally sloppy production that immerges the song into a sea of fuzz and feedback.
And then there's those silly American-only tracks: 'My Girl', the Smokey Robinson cover, is quite interesting pop - again, often hated by fans, but I find Jagger's vocal efforts on that one completely adequate and strangely moving; 'Ride On Baby' is yet another gorgeous, but bitter-tasting ode to... hmmm.... the general sadness and vanity of this 'ere world of pain, and 'Sitting On A Fence' is an acoustic-only charming piece o' moosik about.... errr... the general sadness and vanity of this 'ere world of pain. Hmm. I guess I already mentioned this phrase somewhere above. But that's just it - it's a very uniform album. Like Aftermath. Don't expect lots of different moods and things. Just expect a pretty bunch of over-the-hill melodies. Of course I AGREE this album should have been minced up and the songs attached as bonus tracks to Aftermath and Buttons. But then again, to do so you would have to bypass Allen Klein. And I guess you can't do that yet. In the meantime - you'll just have to overcome yourself and buy this album, because I simply can't picture the happy, self-content life of a Rolling Stones fan who hasn't heard 'Mother's Little Helper' or 'Ride On Baby'..

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THEIR SATANIC MAJESTIES' REQUEST

Year Of Release: 1967
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 13

The Stones' psychedelic joke. Shows that whatever they played at, they couldn't be beat.
Best song: THE LANTERN

This one is probably the most understated rock record in history. Issued right after the Stones' infamous drug bust and in the midst of the Summer of Love and all, it's psychedelic, and has been regularly thrashed for being a rip-off of Sergeant Pepper. This is true, but only partly. Actually, it's not more a rip-off of Sergeant Pepper than it is of any other trippy album of the epoch - like Disraeli Gears, for instance, or whatever Jefferson Airplane or The Doors were doing at the moment. It's just that nobody was expecting a psychedelic album from The Rolling Stones; but, on the other hand, what else was one expected to do in 1967? Everybody was tripping - if you weren't tripping, you were probably recovering from a motorcycle accident! Hell, even the Monkees were tripping (at least, they were pretending to!) And, come to think of it, this record's similarity to Sgt Pepper doesn't extend much beyond the cover art and the fact that there's a song with a reprise and a 'band-within-a-band' song ('On With The Show'). Actually, I'd say that musically Between The Buttons was much closer to Pepper, with its music hall atmosphere and an immaculate collection of pop ditties. Satanic is a truly tripped out album with layers of 'cosmic conscience' - more reminiscent of early Pink Floyd than of the Beatles.
So scram all that hokey-pokey talk and think about the actual musical value, instead. Actual musical value? Why, it's right here, goddamn! The opening 'Sing This All Together' is eventually the same pop stuff they've been doing earlier, only set to a bizarre instrumentation and punctuated with silly 'underwater' noises. Weird, silly 'underwater' noises that I just love hearing. And the main melody is wonderful, as catchy as ever. The rip-roaring 'Citadel' is eventually the same rocking stuff they'd be off a-doin' since Beggar's Banquet, only set to some bizarre lyrics and punctuated with an ear-bursting 'ting' sound from the Mellotron (was it Mellotron or something even weirder, I wonder?) A sci-fi tale, for sure, but why not pay attention to the fact that it is set to an absolutely distinctive, hard rocking and, believe it or not, classic Richards riff? Above all, it's just a strong hard rock tune, embellished by different gimmicks and gadgets. They could be missing for all I care - which does not mean I don't like 'em. There's substance!
Then again, we have something completely unusual in 'In Another Land', which is the only composition by Bill Wyman he's ever contributed to the Stones. It's romantic and gentle, and much better than all his disco albums. The vocals are let through some tremolo effect, since Wyman wasn't too sure about the idea of him singing, but one can get used to that. And you also get to hear him snoring in the end!
Besides all these ditties, you also can enjoy 'She's A Rainbow', a timeless Mozart-like piano classic, and the only true 'classic' from this album ('classic' in the meaning 'played on the radio'); with its strings arrangement, conducted by future Zepster J. P. Jones, it's the most pompous tune they'd done to that day - and it works, unlike all the bland Moody Blues orchestration. Another more or less known tune is '2000 Light Years From Home', a great astro-theme which I would prefer over the entire 60's Pink Floyd catalogue any time of the day (and hey, I don't have anything in particular against 60's Pink Floyd, but they sure lacked the Stones' songwriting talents). The song's scary! And all the astral noises, that are used moderately, but effectively, they really make you feel lost in space, 100, 600, 2000 light years from home... In my humble opinion, this song still stands as proof irresistible to the fact that the Stones were the only band in the world, besides the Beatles, that could try their hand at every genre and come out with a winner. '2000 Man' might not be that good, although I really like the acoustic sound in the beginning; I do admit, though, that it would be a far more interesting choice for the upcoming 'song of the millenium' than the stupidly chosen 'It's Only Rock'n'Roll' (have you heard that one yet? it's gonna be performed by a cast of thousands on New Year's Eve! and they'll do their best to sound like a bunch of talentless idiots, you bet your life). That line about 'having an affair with a random computer' is a good one... is Mick really planning on that any time soon?
The record's main stinker is usually considered an eight-minute reprise of 'Sing This All Together' reinterpreted as a psychedelic sound collage which you may like or may not like, but I sure say it's better than 'Revolution 9', anyway. It has rhythm - it's actually more a jam than a collage, and maybe it takes time to assimilate it, but I love almost every second. The nasty screaming in the middle, when the rhythm disappears, does bug me sometimes even now, though.
My choice for best song, however, might surprise some persons quite a bit - while '2000 Light Years' might be as good a choice as can be, I still place it second to 'The Lantern' with its mystical, Eastern flavour. I know it sounds strange, but I simply adore Mick's tone on that one. The way he intones the verses ('you'll LEAVE a light... to LET me know... TELL me so...') has always fascinated me, from the very start. The lyrics are rather banal, of course, but who cares? In comparison to, say, Led Zeppelin's flat-foot, gruff take on mysticism, this one is gentle, exotic and totally non-generic. And it sounds so sincere that you could really easily believe Jagger was sprung from an Aladdin lamp.
For me, the misfire is the closing bar-room joke 'On With The Show' which just does not belong here (now this is a real Pepper rip-off), and the overlong 'Gomper' makes me a little uncomfortable with the extended jam part, although I've got used to it already. But these are just occasional, slight misfires, like on any other record 'cept the very best. In fact, this record would deserve a 9, but I've lowered the rating just a small bit - anyway, psychedelia is not the Stones' blue plate special, isn't it? Also, you just may not enjoy that eight-minute thing that much.

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BEGGAR'S BANQUET

Year Of Release: 1968
Record rating = 10
Overall rating = 15

One of the first hard rock albums. The first country blues album. The classic of the classics. Buy it today.
Best song: SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL

Forget the pop and the psychedelia, here comes Ole Man Rocker! Pulling themselves out of a financial, psychologic and creative stagnation (not that Satanic was bad - they just needed something more uptight to bring them to life), and also ignoring Brian Jones as best they could, The Glimmer Twins (oh, OK, I know they weren't called Glimmer Twins until later, but I just put that in for good effect) responded with this album. It's even better than Aftermath, and for many people represents the beginning of the real Rolling Stones. Half of it is soft, but bitter and dark acoustic 'country-western', and the other half is ferocious electric rockers. A return to 'roots rock' it is, though it's hardly as formulaic as people sometimes dub it. For one, it's pretty diverse: maybe not as diverse as The White Album, but there's enough moods and different grooves here to suit any tastes. A bit of blues, a bit of rock, a bit of samba, a bit of folk, a bit of country. Very tasty.
Hey, there's 'Sympathy For The Devil' here - what better praise can there be? And if you're ignorant enough not to know what kind of a hellish trick this is, it's just a very very long devilish song set to a Latin rhythm, with bongos and congos and dongos and maracas and 'hoo-hoo's and everything, and also an excellent Keith solo, and some of the best lyrics Jagger ever came up with. Inspired by Bulgakoff and filmed by Jean-Luc Godard in his 'One Plus One' movie. Period. And for many, this is the Stones' song number one, while for others, this was the definite proof that the Stones were Satanists. Silly happy people.
What else? The rockers are tight, very very tight, tighter than they ever were before. The bluesy 'Parachute Woman' kicks with all possible might - you might regard it as a projection of the Stones' early blues numbers onto a more modern era with more tricky production values. Rumour has it that Keith recorded the basic parts of this on a rough-sounding cassette, and that's why the guitars sound so cool - almost rasping. And Mick's harmonica solo brings him to a new height - when that blast comes in near the end, doesn't it wanna make you jump up in fright? Then there's 'Stray Cat Blues', the most vicious and obscene rocker up-to-date: it's still full of metaphors (Jagger didn't start using obscene lexicon until Sticky Fingers), but lines like 'you see another friend, now she's wilder than you/why don't you bring her upstairs?/if she's so wild she can join in two' set the picture as clear as possible. It's not the lyrics, though, but rather the terrific melody and especially the arrangement that gives exclusive depth to this one: the fade-out in the end resembles The Beatles' fade-out on 'Helter Skelter' but is actually superior. I especially like the way they construct the crescendo, with guitar after guitar after guitar rising up in the mix (love that bassline! -du-DOO-ddu-do-ddo-do-ddo-do du-DOO ddu-do-ddo-do-ddo-do... ...sorry...) In fact, this is the only song whose rearrangement on the live Ya-Ya's is a lot inferior to the original.
And one more excellent rocker is 'Jig-Saw Puzzle' which closes Side A. A six-minute epic in the best tradition of Dylan's ballads, it is accompanied by crystal clear acoustic and superb slide guitar (the only Jones contribution?) Maybe it does get a little bit boring towards the end (Jagger is no Dylan, and the endless lyrics about queens and armies and twenty thousand grandmas, but overall it's pretty good. And everybody knows the mighty revolutionary anthem (or was it antirevolutionary?) 'Street Fighting Man' which was (and still is) a stage favourite.
The softer songs are softer, sure enough, but probably even more gorgeous than the rockers. The beautiful ballad 'No Expectations' is especially memorable for the incredibly sincere tenderness in Jagger's voice; the country groove 'Dear Doctor' is pretty amusing (and it's a waltz!); yet another country groove 'Prodigal Son' is even more amusing (it's so great to hear Mick singing a popularisation of this New Testament fable in his mocking style); and yet another country groove 'Factory Girl' has an incredibly simple but charming melody, plus some hilarious fiddle by Rick Grech. The only letdown is the closing 'Salt Of The Earth' - Mick's first attempt at a universal hymn to people is clumsy and features too many verses and repetitions of verses for a very simple melody. However, it is sped up near the end and turned into a piano boogie ruled by Nicky Hopkins, so that the final notes of the album do not feel inferior to the beginning ones. I just feel a little stupid when listening to this anthem of the working class.
I'm also proud to announce that I possess the old LP version in the plain white cover, which will probably soon become a rarity. See, the guys wanted to put a lavatory wall on the cover, but them at Decca said no. So the old cover's been reinstated only recently, and, frankly speaking, it's not that inspiring. Even the zipper's much more cool, although it's Let It Bleed that holds gold for the best album cover. But have you seen the inner sleeve photo? Now that's one great decadent image for you!

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ROCK AND ROLL CIRCUS

Year Of Release: 1996
Record rating = 2
Overall rating = 7

Allen Klein wanted to make money. If you buy it you're just giving money to that big fat gangster.
Best song: how should I know? They're all average!

An idiotic and fairly obvious cash-in. The video of this truly historical event is great (see the review below), but the CD, outside of the video row, is nothing but history. First of all, the guest appearances do not belong to the Stones' catalogue at all, and don't truly feel compatible with the Stones' own performances on here (proves that the original idea of releasing Get Yer Ya-Ya's Out as a double album with supporting acts could have turned out to be real hrmful). Jethro Tull do a trusty rendition of 'Song For Jeffrey', which is fairly cool but there's been much talk about the band actually lip-synching to a phonogram, all but Ian Anderson himself. Ironic, then, that the only time Tony Iommi really played with the band featured him only pretending to play? Heh heh.
The Who's 'A Quick One' is an excellent performance, to be sure, but feels better in the context of the Who's own albums like The Kids Are Alright. It is rumored that Townshend's ensemble actually outplayed the Stones themselves that evening, and that was the main reason the release of the show was postponed for thirty years. Well, it's hard for me to judge when it comes to the concept of 'X blowing Y off the stage', but one thing's for certain: the performance is truly outstanding, the best live version of 'A Quick One' you'll ever come to hear, but this is a Stones album, for Chrissake. The only good result of this is that I know several persons who have thus become acquainted with the Who through this album (actually, through the video) and even become fans.
Taj Mahal step in with 'Ain't That A Lot Of Love', and Jesse Ed Davis does a fair job on guitar for that one on the short economic guitar break; and this is also a good chance for the uninitiated to hear some completely stoned Marianne Faithful on 'Something Better'. The big surprise comes in the form of the 'Dirty Mac' - a one-ninght supergroup with Lennon and Clapton on guitars, Mitch Mitchell on drums and Keith Richards on bass. It's great while they do 'Yer Blues', but it becomes excruciating when they're joined onstage by a wailing Yoko and a violinist and do a four-and-a-half-minute screamfest. It's even worse without the video where you can at least scrutinize the happy faces of the drugged out audience that's on seventh heaven while you yourself furtively try to cover your ears. Get the video instead, and at least you'll understand what is actually happening while they play all the silly circus interludes.
As for the Stones' own performances, they're all heavily undermined by a complete lack of Brian Jones - he's physically there, but his soul is obviously somewhere else. He only briefly comes to life when it comes to playing his slide part for 'No Expectations', and it's pure delight to see him putting some real effort into something he clearly likes. But he's practically unheard on the other songs, never soloing and mainly just standing there and bleakly imitating Keith's parts.
The material itself is mostly Banquet or Banquet-era based: 'Jumpin' Jack Flash' goes off OK and 'No Expectations' and 'Parachute Woman' are the only live versions of these songs you'll ever be a-findin', plus Keith's funny lead lines on the latter should truly be appreciated. But then there's an early and seriously sucky version of 'You Can't Always Get What You Want', and the closing 'Salt Of The Earth' is just Mick's vocals overdubbed over the studio phonogram. Meanwhile, Brian looks more and more stoned as the show progresses and his role on 'Sympathy For The Devil' is relegated to shaking the maracas, and even then he can hardly keep the rhythm.
Not to mention that for every 'normal' track you get something nasty - either a stupid circus tune, or some banter which just doesn't hold it for me without the video perspective, or 'Whole Lotta Yoko'... Like I already said, the main reason for the film and the soundtrack not seeing the light of day back in 1968 was due to the fact that the Stones thought they were outplayed by the Who that night. Might well be. I'm not the type of guy who'd go comparing the Stones and the Who and their live potential: both were awesome, and both had their peaks and their downs. On this particular evening, though, I feel that the Stones' intuition did not fail them: they were clearly outplayed. One more detail: the 'extracts' you'll hear on this album were just small bits of the whole show, because the Stones re-did each of their numbers for several times IN A ROW... I don't think the audience was bored, of course (they were probably too stoned to notice that much anyway), but it just goes to show the sad state of things at the time. Who would have guessed that in less than a year's time the Stones would proudly recapture their reputation of 'best live rock'n'roll band'! Sadly, they had to dump Brian in order to do that.
But nah. Get the video, get it at all costs; but avoid this on CD. I only got it because I'm a completist, and it was cheap. Never in your life will there be a moment when you will be needing this piece of plastic on your CD player. Actually, I give it a 2 because it's totally obsolete due to the presence of the video. If you haven't got the video, feel free to up that rating a few points.

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LET IT BLEED

Year Of Release: 1969
Record rating = 10
Overall rating = 15

Dark, dreary, but oh so beautiful. Anthems, ballads, spooky celebrations of murder - all set to an unbelievably creative set of melodies.
Best song: no, no, they're all great.

All right - if bleed we must, then let it bleed, guys! This album is bleeding so strong that it gets my vote for the best Stones album ever and one of the greatest rock albums ever made by mortal man. Brian Jones was already gone by that moment (he's credited for harp playing on 'Midnight Rambler', but that's an embarrassment), and Mick Taylor still hadn't quite arrived, so Mick and Keith get the praises for this album. Nine songs on here, each one a small independent world, and even if the album is structured as close to a rip-off of Beggar's Banquet as possible, it's no big problem. What I like about it especially is that everything is taken in the right proportion, every single idea is developed up to complete perfection and never overdone. The long songs are not boring, the short songs are not overlengthened, the sexy show-off and obscenity is still limited to a fairly sufficient amount (at this point they were still using metaphors to conceal the Rude and the Raunchy), and the melodies are even more well-crafted than those on Banquet!
First of all, it features two of the darkest and dreariest songs ever. 'Gimme Shelter' is a song about storms and floods (very convenient at the time, too, since everybody took it as an anti-Vietnam War protest song), set to a spooky Keith guitar line and backed up with scary vocals, plus Mick is aided by Mary Clayton whose angry, gospelish vocals on the chorus really give this song an epic feel. Indeed, the Stones aren't really known for their 'epic' renditions, but if there is one definite epic to the Stones' catalog, that would be 'Gimmie Shelter', the most ominous, dreary and shiver-sending piece of music they ever did - in fact, it might as well be the spookiest, the most dread-inducing piece of music I've ever heard. Black Sabbath can kiss my ***; compared to this, all their Satanism and darkness sports a blatantly goofy and fake character. Unfortunately, in my opinion, the Stones never mastered a truly impressive live rendition of it - because it is hardly possible to imagine the song without its storm-imitating production.
'Midnight Rambler', on the other hand, is a much more 'intimate' song: it features almost seven minutes of pure thrill, during which Mick sings some mean lyrics about a maniac killer, plays some terrifying harp lines, and leads us through a slow mid-section punctuated by acute drumbursts before speeding up again and ending up with the lines: '...I'll stick my knife in your throat baby and it HURTS!' Cute, isn't it? Just don't play this song around midnight if you're one weak-hearted person! This one, on the contrary, got several quite superior live renditions, primarily the one captured on Ya-Ya's. Here, however, it again sounds different, with a spooky 'midnight' atmosphere: the harp lines often end up sounding like a wolf howling, and the dreamy, subtle guitars are frightening! How atmospheric!
Ballads-wise this is one super album, too. 'Love In Vain' is a great old blues cover, with Ry Cooder (wasn't it?) on mandolin, and it's oh so oh so oh so beautiful. Keith unearthed it from the Robert Johnson archives, and somehow perceived the beauty of it - but, while I haven't heard the original, I may have to suppose that the true potential of the song was only unearthed by these Brit boys. The mandolin is tear-inducing, and its interaction with the gentle, soft slide guitars creates one of the most hard-hitting emotional masterpieces the Twentieth Century has seen. And if that's not enough, there's also the very first song featuring Keith on lead vocals for all its entirety: 'You Got The Silver' is a touching and nice ballad, tons better than all the weird wailing stuff he's been throwing at us since Goats' Head Soup. This one is really catchy and memorable, and not any less heartfelt or moving.
Then, just to remind you that this was still 1969, and not 1998 or anything, there is still that old psychedelic line hanging around. 'Live With Me', for instance, is a terrific rocker with simply crazy lyrics. Some say that the lines 'my best friend he shoots water rats/And feeds 'em to his geese' refers to some of Keith's habits at his Redlands residence; regardless of this, the song features a ferocious bass line and the first ever saxophone solo by Bobby Keyes whom you still can see walking around these RS fellows even now. And 'Monkey Man' lyricswise belongs to Satanic, not here; however, Keith's riffing is so mature here compared to those earlier days! Ronnie Wood is said to have admitted the riff on 'Monkey Man' is his favourite Keith riff of all time; I may not agree with him, but I sure can understand him, as it was somewhere around this time that Mr Richards really turned into that aggressive riffage machine that we all know and love him for.
Any social comments? Sure! There's the title track, which says anybody can bleed on Mick if he's not feeling right, and the closing 'You Can't Always Get What You Want' is probably a bit overlong because of the lengthy chorus section in the introduction, but it really don't matter much to me: yet another great song, 'tis all. And to top it off - we have a re-mastered 'Honky Tonk Women' presented as a country ditty (which, by the way, was the original design; as far as I know, the 'hard rockin'' version owns its existence to Mick Taylor)! And it works, even with the silly fiddle replacing the guitar: it's a pity they never tried this version onstage. Due to the lack of fiddle, perhaps?
Any further proof that this is the Stones' finest moment? Well, see, this album is so great there is no obvious classic on it, no outstanding piece overshadowing all the others. Beggar's Banquet? 'Sympathy For The Devil'! Sticky Fingers? 'Brown Sugar'! Exile? 'Tumbling Dice'! All of these tracks symbolize the entire record. While no track from Let It Bleed ever entered the Stones' 'golden stage dozen': occasionally, 'You Can't Always Get What You Want' entered their encore set, but I wouldn't call it a 'crowd-pleasing' number all the same. But that's not because they're inferior: it's just impossible to choose. Still, most of these tracks (except 'Country Honk', naturally, and, for some strange reason, 'You Got The Silver') got enough onstage play - even 'Monkey Man' was unearthed for the 1994-5 tour, and it was great! So go ahead - if you don't own this record, rush out to buy it and you'll be glad you did. This album closes off the Sixties, and still stands as one of rock music's greatest accomplishments.

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GET YER YA-YA'S OUT

Year Of Release: 1970
Record rating = 10
Overall rating = 15

Mick Taylor's finest hour. His solos mixed with Keith's gruff rhythm make this sound like live rock heaven.
Best song: MIDNIGHT RAMBLER

What a great idea - immediately following one of the best studio albums ever with one of the best live albums ever, and there's virtually no doubt about that. It's a far cry from later live albums, but that's just because it is probably the only Stones' live album where each and every member is much more busy with standing on the spot and actually playing their instruments ('cept for headman Mick, of course), instead of putting most of their talent into pointless showing off and standing on their heads (like on Still Life). And oh my God but could they play 'em. Keith punches out terrific hard riffs, sounding louder and gruffer than ever (in fact, the original versions never sounded that monstrous - this is just what you need for a good sweaty tight rock band!) With the improved production values and the diminished crowd noises, you can see just how much his style had changed over the years: he's matured into the kind of live Keith we know and love, the brawny, powerful Riffmeister who seems to limit himself to pretty simple phrases but whose every note is magic.
Newcomer Mick Taylor shows us he's no slouch either: his fascinating solos give this album an edge that would make it a valuable acquirement for every bluesman and lover of virtuoso guitar playing. Yup, it was Taylor indeed who was the main star of these particular sets of performances (late Sixties/early Seventies): he gave the Stones technical impeccability, a thing that Brian was far, so very far from. If not for Taylor, no way there is that the Stones might have enjoyed such tremendous live success at an age where people went to concerts to witness Jimmy Page or Ritchie Blackmore or Duane Allman, certainly not Mott The Hoople or Iggy Pop...
The setlist here is mostly drawn from the Stones' contemporary albums: most of the selections do not venture beyond 1968, but hey, that's alright by me! Major exception are two Chuck Berry covers ('Carol' and 'Little Queenie'), which are, however, turned upside down and no longer done as fast, smokin' pieces of boogie, but instead are slowed down and transformed into powerful jamming machines. They are almost 'mechanical', in fact - I simply adore how these guitars twist and turn, with Taylor and Richards both choosing to go slow, playing not more than one or two notes per bar, so that it all comes out 'jagged' and 'rough' instead of 'smooth' and 'flowing'. An excellent display of guitar technique.
Elsewhere, the formula is standard: they take the studio standards and roughen and toughen and scruffen them up until they get positively... scary, man. The live versions of 'Midnight Rambler' and 'Sympathy For The Devil' sound nothing like the originals. The former is now represented as a bloodthirsty, ferocious rocker, driven by Keith's brutal, intoxicating riff... and, of course, there's the midsection, where the interplay between Keith and Mick drives me mad every time I hear it. And 'Sympathy For The Devil' is rearranged as a somewhat more Bo Diddley-ish upbeat thingamajig, with Charlie doing a great workout on the drums. It also features Mick Taylor's best ever solo and one of my favourite, if not the favourite, guitar solo of all time. Actually, I think it's the only guitar solo that lasts more than a minute which I know by heart, just 'cause it's so smooth and perfectly thought out and immaculately played - Mick never misses a single note. Man, if only this particular song was captured on video, with Mick doing the 'devil's dance'... yeah, I know there's the Altamont bit in Gimmie Shelter, but that's not it, not it at all...
None of the other songs are bad, either. Well, I feel that slowing down 'Stray Cat Blues' in concert was some sorta bloody mistake: the song loses much of its coolness and that youthful aggression, too. On the other hand, this is more than compensated by a stunning rendition of 'Love In Vain', with more gorgeous soloing from the part of Mr T.; again, I will not say that this surpasses the studio version, which had that beautiful mandolin and all, but it's simply in a class of its own. And the other tracks are rockers - the two recent singles are both on here: 'Jumpin' Jack Flash' is forever sealed as a timeless live classic, and we finally get a taste of Keith's masterful and trademark soloing on 'Honky Tonk Women'. By the way, in the latter case I will not be afraid to say that this live version of 'Honky Tonk Women' kicks the studio original by the balls and tosses it out the window - from the very first gruff chord that Keith takes on his guitar, and down to the very last thump that Charlie gives on his drums, this is soooo addictive.
Oh yeah, 'Live With Me' is also good here (not a highlight, though), and the show ends with 'Street Fighting Man' with Taylor again the hero of the day. Forgive me, actually, if I overdid the sweety-appraisal thing for this album, but you gotta understand me, this was my favourite live album in the world for ten years - until I heard Live At Leeds, of course. Now both albums share the honour (I will never indulge in pointless discussions over which one is better - both are as dear to me as the sun and moon), but this one still holds a particular spot in my heart. This is rock and roll - this is how rock and roll was made in the late Sixties, and this is the highest possible standard for a rock'n'roll concert. Raw, powerful, immaculate and sloppy at turns, professional, young, optimistic, and hugely entertaining. If you don't own it, go and get it now. If you don't like it - well, then your soul is simply unfit for true rock and roll.

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STICKY FINGERS

Year Of Release: 1971
Record rating = 9
Overall rating = 14

A bit dirtier and gimmicker than necessary, but most of the songs are still ooby-dooby.
Best song: BROWN SUGAR. Or WILD HORSES

The album that made it obvious for everybody The Rolling Stones were intent on surviving the Sixties and making the necessary impact on the Seventies, too. It featured something new, too: the good news was that Mick Taylor had finally arrived and took his cool solos from the hot atmosphere of Ya-Ya's into the more moderate studio atmosphere, where he could work on them and tighten them up until they became completely devastating. The bad news was that the new decade brought new freedom, especially with the establishment of an independent record label, and Mick was finally free to litter the lyrics with obscene lexicon, while the front cover, featuring a pair of jeans with a real zipper, was their most raunchy to date.
Now look here: I'm not a purist, and I really don't mind obscenity in rock music, but I just think that dirtying up their image was a really cheap trick for The Stones. After all, Let It Bleed was just the same as this one, but back then 'dirty' things used to hide behind metaphors, and that's what looks like true artistry to me - all these 'empty places in my parking-lot' and 'brain-bell janglers' sound oh so cool. Starting with Sticky Fingers, they began to dirty up their records more and more, until it all resulted in Undercover which was really only made for the sake of making a totally dirty record, and its musical value was not thought of. Of course, I understand they had to fuck up their image when faced with the new 'dirtiness' standards, especially later, with the punk scene and all that. But did they really have to shift their priorities in such a drastic way? Sacrifice good music for the sake of not looking like old farts? 'Tis a serious question, indeed; but nevertheless I am decreasing the rating of Sticky Fingers by a whole point as a punishment. So there! Oh well, if you want any reason - 'I Got The Blues' sucks, but that's another story.
The album is approximately divided into a 'hard' and a 'soft' side, with two exceptions: 'Wild Horses' is put on Side A and 'Bitch' is put on Side B probably to mess things up a bit. Anyway, the 'hard' side is terrifying, with the rockers threatening to beat the very life of you. The classic 'Brown Sugar' features some of my beloved Keith chords and enters the Golden Dozen of the band's favourite stage numbers. Much has been said about the song's lyrics depicting slave rape and other nasty things, but at least this time around Mick felt the need to mask the 'fruity contents' under allegories such as 'brown sugar how come you taste so good'. Never mind the lyrics, though - the opening distorted, sloppy riff has oft been called the great signature lick of the Stones, and this is probably true. 'Sway' has Jagger adopting a unique 'nasal-barking' way of singing which really emphasizes the general lazy-depressed feel of the song, plus Mick Taylor solos like a demon; it's not exactly my favourite, but the song truly has a great, unique, 'muddy' atmosphere of despair and quasi-lethargic melancholy to it. Not so with the rip-roarin' 'Can't You Hear Me Knockin'', a seven-minute groove, starting with some raunchy lyrics and turning into a powerful jam soon afterwards, with Taylor's famous Santana-like soloing. The Stones rarely jammed on their records to oblivion, and when they did, like on 'Goin' Home', it mostly put off people, but this is one rare case of a Stones jam where you'll be asking for more: the brass section and Taylor's Latino licks give the song a scary Voodoo mood that no 'Dancing With Mister D' could ever hope to capture. 'You Gotta Move' is the obligatory old blues cover set to a very weird acoustic guitar tone (I'd say it's the hardcorest blues arrangement I've ever heard). Finally, 'Bitch' has the best riff on the entire record, and Keith really takes delight in chucking out some outchucking Chuck Berry-licks, the only thing letting this number down being Jagger's silly obscene lyrics ('sometimes I'm sexy, move like a stud', really!) Throughout, the playing is so tight, the melodies are so great, the arrangements so impressive and the atmosphere so sincere and straightforward that it's just plain incredible. Incredible. In the immortal words of Dave Weigel, 'I want a written excuse why nobody's writing such songs today'.
But, after all, these guys weren't just your intelligent analogy of AC/DC. Nossiree. The 'soft side' here is not any less attractive. 'Wild Horses' is their greatest ballad they ever put out in both the 70-s and the 80-s (never mind the 90-s), with Mick turning in a great vocal performance (since this song is likely to be dedicated to Marianne Faithfull's return to life after her coma, it might as well be emotional). I still can't really guess whether the message is more optimistic or gloomy - the verses seem to be terribly depressing, while the chorus has something uplifting about it: 'wild horses couldn't drag me away, wild horses, we'll ride 'em someday'. But who cares? You might just as well take both sides of it.
On the other hand, 'Sister Morphine' is, simply put, the most frightening song they ever made - 'Gimme Shelter' might scare the pants off you, but this is one tune I'm simply afraid of listening to. It ain't heavy or devilish or anything, but the atmosphere is so dang creepy... This may be silly, but I'd highly recommend the song for junkies: no other song depicts the drug horror more vividly and convincingly than that one. And what's the effect achieved with, I ask you? Well, take just some simple, but 'well-tuned' vocals, acoustic guitar and some spooky electric lines from Taylor, plus Charlie's drum part later on, and you're all set up. And don't you ever think of listening to 'Too Much Blood' after this one, you'll never want to put that silly Undercover on again. Consolation and relaxation comes up with 'Dead Flowers', a very nice country song, again combining some joyful music with lines about death and needles and graves and all that other stuff. And the closing 'Moonlight Mile' overdoes the coda a bit, but in general it's an incredible song, with Jagger rising to the kind of majestic height only The Who could master. The only real letdown is the pretentious, bombastic 'I Got The Blues', which is where Mick really overdid the matter: his 'heroic' style of singing here is really fake. If you get deceived by it, you might enjoy it, though. I don't. It evokes visions of soul singers before my eyes, and I could never picture Mick as a true soul singer. Yeah, yeah, I know it's a tribute to the Great Old Black Musicians of the days of yore, but gimme 'Rip This Joint' over this tripe any time of day.
In other words: this is a mighty solid effort. A truly great album. A record that defines its epoch and defies time. BUT... but this is also the beginning of the end. It's not an ounce better than Let It Bleed, and rather several ounces worse (I've said what ounces, already). Musically, It's still perfect, but it also shows to what extent they were dependent on Taylor's guitar. As soon as Taylor departed, music started to decline, and obscenity and mannerisms started to grow.

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EXILE ON MAIN ST.

Year Of Release: 1972
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 13

What I say is: they sure didn't need a double album. Tons of filler mixed with some terrific songs.
Best song: TUMBLING DICE

Underrated at the time of release, but also highly overrated at the present time. That's my definite opinion and I'm not going to change it. The main problem of this album is that it is double. Double - when it is obvious that there's hardly enough great songs here to fill out a single one! Even so, the whole album is about 60 minutes long - pretty good for a single CD, but for a double LP? Go figure... Anyway, this is usually considered to be the last great Stones' album before the slump, and although them that say that may be right, them that say that might be wrong, too. It's certainly inferior to the great whoppers of 1968-69, but in my humble opinion it's also inferior to some of the later whoppers, too. In any case, what is obvious is that there is no immeasurable precipice between this and Goats' Head Soup, as some would put it... Oh, never mind. With a little, just a little editing, this would be the equal of Sticky Fingers, but as it is, there are some real stinkers that drag the album down, and I can't quite give it a nine. Mind you, no songs here are really bad, even if 'Just Wanna See His Face' comes really close to bad; but not all of them manage to hit me right in the head. The big plus is that the sincerity and authenticity is still right here: there's not a hint at self-parody which the boys would touch with their left foot on the next two albums, and they're still riding the wave. The big minus is that the production really really sucks. Now I'm not the type, really, that always whines about production and how the guitars sound plastic and the organs are higher in the mix than the bass; but this time they really blew it with the production. The guitars somehow all manage to stick together in a lump, rather than sound polished and distinct as on the previous record, and Jagger's vocals are a disaster - always buried under the instruments and horrendously convoluted. Where Sticky Fingers and Let It Bleed really showcased each instrument and each individual member's prowess, Exile has everything in an almost cacophonic melting pot. This really makes it hard for me to enjoy even the best songs, and what can be said about the worst? Gimme a better mix, please.
But let's move on to the songs; after all, production is just production. Let's be just. I don't know whether it has something to do with the boys recording in Keith's French villa, but Jimmy Miller made an ass of himself, and let's just leave it at that. :)
In all, there are some more great rockers here. The opening 'Rocks Off' might have kicked aside 'Brown Sugar' with its relentless groove, were it not for the fact that Mick's vocals are almost inaudible; plus, the coda is overlong, which is also the trouble with a lot of the tracks on here - in order to lengthen the songs for this double LP they had to extend some of them into boring, uninspired instrumental passages, emphasized by the terrible production. This applies to the stage favourite 'All Down The Line' and the generic blues cover 'Stop Breaking Down' but, fortunately, does not apply to the totally kick-ass classic rocker 'Rip This Joint'. That one was said to be the fastest the Stones ever got before they did 'Flip The Switch' twenty five years later - but I still feel it to be their fastest song, at least, on a personal perception level. Bobby Keyes' sax intoxicates your brain on that one far more than a couple bottles of whiskey, and the song still stands after all those years as a fantastic rock'n'roll anthem. Chuck Berry must have been proud. As for these two I've mentioned earlier, they're also good - in fact, I never can get over the brilliant grumbly riff underpinning 'Stop Breaking Down'. Robert Johnson must have been proud.
Plus, we have another vocal contribution by Keith Richards - the crowdpleasing 'Happy', with a good riff and some of Keith's most revealing lyrics ('never kept a dollar past sunset... always burned a hole in my pants'. Modest, eh?). 'Tis the first time when he dared to take lead vocals on an all-out, no-brakes rocker, and he pulls it off with all the pseudo-redneck energy he puts into it. After all, it's his musical and life credo he's exposing to us - how can such a song not be epochal?
Other genres are exposed to us as well - after all, if the album is double, it's only natural to expect a curious mishmash of styles. You want country? Well, please take the pretty pretty pretty country 'Sweet Virginia' with some rude words. I don't know who was it that they ripped the tune off - I don't dare suggest that it's totally original as the melody is so simplistic (but brilliant) that it could hardly not have existed before 1972. For me, though, it'll always be associated with Sweet Virginia and 'gotta scrape that shit right off your shoes'. Always brings tears to my eyes, that one (not the line, the song!)
You want self-penned blues? 'Ventilator Blues' is your bet, with the first, if not the only, Taylor writing credit. I suppose he did most of the song bar the lyrics, as it really had to take something special to earn Mick a writing credit; in any case, that weird, twisted riff, more a heaviness-deprived Tony Iommi than Keith Richards, is a special, curious event in the Stones' catalog. You want gospel? Take the mighty, anthemic 'Shine A Light' which shows how much time indeed had passed between this one and 'Salt Of The Earth'. Billy Preston really 'shines a light' on that one with his grandiose keyboard work, and, of course, it's also Taylor's high point: it's incredibly hard to adorn an energetic gospel tune with a suitable 'heavenly' guitar solo, and Mick does his best. Please be sure to get this version first and not the bastardisation of the song on Stripped: try as hard as he would, Ronnie Wood just can't get that solo right. Leave the mastership to the master.
What did I leave out? Oh! Of course, the all-time classic - 'Tumbling Dice'. It's here, too! Ain't it fun?
So? Nine songs listed, and when put together, they could do a terrific album, quite worthy of comparison with Sticky Fingers. As it is, for almost every good tune you have to 'enjoy' a mediocre or even a downright annoying one. Some are better, some are worse, but none are highlights and this is where I step up with the word 'filler'. Don't forget that Stones' filler equals 'best-of' for many inferior bands; but it's still filler, what can I do. Everything is being determined in comparison, ain't it so? Let's just go over these shortly. Here goes:
The 'light-blues' cover of Slim Harpo's 'Shake Your Hips' is pretty lightweight - pretty soon I get tired of the monotonous twang-twang of the guitar, monotonous lyrics and Jagger's muddy performance. The political declaration 'Sweet Black Angel' is simply lame (Angela Davis was a terrific gal in that she inspired several great musicians to humiliate themselves with subpar performances). The lengthy gospely 'Let It Loose' has little melody but lots of wailing and back-up female voices - sorry, I'm just not a fan of generic gospel; give me some real, solid melody, like 'Shine A Light'. I'm simply lost in among all the confusion and the chaotic mix of the track. The casino boogie 'Casino Boogie' is, well, just a casino boogie (the sax break is nice, though). The Voodoo chant 'Just Want To See His Face' is utterly ridiculous; how this is supposed to be enjoyable actually baffles me (I do admit that some misguided fans get their kicks out of it). The Keith-dedicated ballad 'Torn And Frayed' is very average - nice and singalongish, but lightweight. The love anthem 'Loving Cup', which is one of the oldest songs on here, on the contrary is quite good - very rousing and gentle all at once. However, it's spoiled by the overlong coda and more duff mixing. Finally, the closing 'Soul Survivor' has an interesting riff for chorus(ripped off for 'It Must Be Hell' eleven years later) but no melody for the verses. Brr. Filler country.
Now I repeat: just don't think that these are bad songs (and don't condemn me, either). They're okay, I guess, and I never skip them while playing the album (except for that silly 'Wanna See His Face' embarrassment) but they're all not very catchy, and the production. Production. Production. Production which really makes everything sound the same. A very uniform sound, indeed. Very uniform. And I'm saying it again: if the only reason for releasing a double LP was the great wish to include 'Just Wanna See His Face' and 'Sweet Black Angel', well, then I must also state these guys were fairly irrational. At times.

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GOAT'S HEAD SOUP

Year Of Release: 1973
Record rating = 7
Overall rating = 12

The overblown mystical album. Nevertheless, people hate it more than they should.
Best song: 100 YEARS AGO

The peak of the Stones' career ended here abruptly; for quite a bit of time, they were still selling their records like hotcakes, but Goats' Head Soup marked the end of the critics' love for the band and the alleged beginning of "slide into dinosaurism". For what reason - I don't know, because for me, this album is really not all that much worse than Exile.
In at least one respect it is even better: after the lengthy "roots-and-all" period, the band gets back on the experimenting trail, trying to find some new kind of sound - this was why the album was partly recorded in Jamaica. Not that there's a lot of reggae on here, though, but still, their Caribbean experience surely has something to do with a certain mystical/magical feel, present on many of the tracks and kinda reminiscing of Satanic. But Satanic was recorded in 1967 and smelled of little else but innocent psychedelia; here, on the other hand, they go for a certain 'black voodoo' sound. Indeed, while we're mentioning the titles, I'd state that this is their true 'voodoo album' and not Voodoo Lounge.
The opening track, 'Dancing With Mr D', I suppose, had a lot to do with the ruin of the boys' reputation. In the past years, they'd always opened their record with a blast - major one, like 'Sympathy For The Devil', 'Gimmie Shelter', 'Brown Sugar', or minor one, like 'Rocks Off'. 'Dancing With Mr D', though, is definitely not a blast. It has a good riff (as somebody noticed, it was actually the riff of 'Jumpin' Jack Flash' played backwards!), and a certain 'swamp-darky' atmosphere around it that's certainly interesting. But the cheap horror flick lyrics, drenched in skulls, poison, Satanism and all, are not any more actual than Homer's list of ships, and they don't display that sharp intelligence we'd come to expect from Mick - there's nothing but blatant self-parody on here. And all this atmosphere is so exaggerated and "overbuilt" that it hardly seems like the Stones: where is their sense of balance that always kept them from crossing the dangerous line between audacious challenge and stupid offense? This is more Alice Cooper than the Stones. No wonder the critics were so harsh on the record - considering that few critics usually get over the first song into the album, the Stones signed their own death sentence with that one. Stupid drugs, to ruin what could be yet another sterling set for the lads...
Nevertheless, one should get over 'Mr D' (and I have to admit I sometimes put it on cause I'm a closet pervert, I suppose), because the songs that follow it rule! Well, many of them, at least. For instance, '100 Years Ago' is - and I insist - a forgotten classic, a rather complex song of loss, nostalgia and deep pain and sorrow, highlighted by Mick's spiritual delivery, Billy Preston's solemn clavinet playing and excellent wah-wah workouts from Taylor. I kinda wish, though, that the wah-wah solos on the song had been longer and not overshadowed by Mick's wailings - Taylor was really getting it on, and the fact that they faded out the solo just as he picked up steam only goes to show that Mick and Keith were indeed afraid of their young brother overshadowing the Glimmer Twins.
The South American theme is reprised in the hilarious buccaneer hymn 'Silver Train' - since it's a glorious piece of boogie, old pal Stu is brought over for the piano, and the band builds up a groove that is, at the very least, not inferior to similar grooves on Exile, like 'All Down The Line'. As for the magic, well, the magic theme is reprised on 'Can You Hear The Music?': the most trippy song on here, but once again, it rather reminds one of Santa Claus than of Timothy Leary. It's dang catchy, too, and with a little bit of speeding up, it could have been worked into a sweaty little funk anthem. Meanwhile, the dreary 'Heartbreaker' with its overtly cheerful images of little girls with needles in their arms and cops shooting young boys on the street (that's a little bit of social critique there, in case somebody doesn't get it) darkens the scene even further; and the glorious culmination is seen in the pompous, epic ballad 'Winter' with Jagger sounding close to God the Father. I'm not joking: 'Winter' is the most bombastic the Stones ever got, and it's kinda funny no-one remembers the song. It's glorious, with wonderful, uplifting orchestration, Keith's inspired leads, Nicky Hopkins' refreshing piano, and Jagger's one hundred percent sincere vocals building up to a series of wall-rattling mini-climaxes. There's just something about Mick carefully and tenderly saying 'sometime I wanna wrap my coat around you' that melts m; heart... This is what every "power ballad" should sound like.
But - just to remind you that they are the Stones and not a bunch of Doctor Johns or anything, we have a couple usual trademarks and, strange enough, they are the best known songs around here (I won't really prattle too much about them because that's hardly necessary): 'Angie' is one of Mick's most popular but unsincere ballads, while 'Star Star' is a generic Berry-esque rocker with a great guitar sound and some obscene lexics about, well, fucking stars (movie stars, that is). Its original title was 'Starfucker', but they had to change it on the recording company's insistance; note that diehard Stones fans always refer to it as 'Starfucker' and nothing more.
Oh, and Keith has contributed 'Coming Down Again'. I hate this song and hope so do you. It is actually the first one of his sloppy tender ballads which tend to have very much wailing and very little melody, the father to 'All About You', 'Sleep Tonight', 'Thru And Thru', and 'Thief In The Night'. Nasty stuff. Tender, sincere, moving while we're at it (good old Keith), but I need to have some melody as well.
Which brings me to my final point: yes, this is not a groundbreaking listening experience, but it's still light years above everything if we compare it to any ordinary hard rock band of the Seventies. Ten years of professionalism, meticulous, self-demanding songwriting and self-discipline in recording, production and melody making, have produced one wonderful effect: by now, the Stones could easily be cruising on autopilot and still putting out solid, if not ultimate, records; it took them seven years more to really lose that 'inertia power'. So read on.

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IT'S ONLY ROCK'N'ROLL

Year Of Release: 1974
Record rating = 6
Overall rating = 11

Way too simple for a Stones album. Ballsy and all, but hey, where's the message?
Best song: FINGERPRINT FILE

Sure it is only rock'n'roll, and a relatively low point at that. Relatively, because there ain't a single truly bad song on here (maybe one), but if you're looking for breathtaking experiences, you'd better stick to the earlier stuff. Basically, the Stones seem to have finally remembered they were nothing but a good ol' rock'n'roll band, sweaty and ballsy and all that. Forget the darkness, forget the social message, forget the experimentation; this is mostly a straightforward, simplistic (although not without a charm of its own) collection of three-chord rockers and primitive ballads. If we set apart Goats' Head Soup as an interesting anomaly in the Stones' catalog, then It's Only Rock'n'Roll can be said to represent a typical "inferior sequel" to its elder, wiser brother. Indeed, if Exile On Main St. had a certain epicness to it, a strange freshness and an overwhelming "roots-encyclopaedic" character, It's Only Rock'n'Roll sounds similar, but seriously forced. Putting it into the form of an understandable metaphor, one might say that on Exile the Stones were rockin' out and not givin' a damn, but on here the Stones are givin' a damn to prove us that they were still able to rock out. Hence the overemotion in Jagger's voice (he screams his head off like there was no tomorrow even in the 'softer' spots), the gruffy sound (there's more hard-rocking guitars on here than on any of their albums since Beggar's Banquet), and most importantly - the intentionally dumb lyrics, either revolving round standard barroom topics ('Dance Little Sister') or revelling in their obscenity ('Short And Curlies').
That said, the Stones are the Stones, and they had so much power and talent still juggling around in their drug-soaked veins that even this coaster turned out to be quite enjoyable - I still assert, for instance, that It's Only Rock'n'Roll is a better album than anything Aerosmith could have ever pulled off, even in their prime. Even the stupid artificial rockers are invigorating and danceable. 'If You Can't Rock Me', for instance, despite the awfully messy production (all these incessant vocal overdubs give me a real headache), has a couple excellent riffs, and is a nice spot to practice your basement riffage on, especially keeping in mind that awesome Keith passage in the instrumental break. 'Dance Little Sister' hardly induces the listener to do anything other than the title suggests, but what the heck? I love the grimey guitar interplay on that one. And, of course, there's the title track, a rightful Stones classic in its own right by now. 'It's only rock'n'roll, but I like it': at least these guys are pretty straight about what they're doing. Arguably the most sincere and hard-hitting lyrical line ever committed to a rock song.
The real highlight on here is certainly the closing 'Fingerprint File': a terrific spooky performance, saved from sounding like a parody on 'Midnight Rambler' by Taylor's efforts. (Unhappily, there was no Taylor to pull them out of the parody state on Undercover). Also, Jagger sounds fantastic on that one, really giving the impression of 'feeling followed, feeling tagged'. Also, it's a pretty rare opportunity to meet a wah-wah on a Stones' record. (I bet this was their second try since '100 Years Ago', and they didn't try it again until 'Out Of Control'!) Also, it first introduces us Bill Wyman's growing passion for disco rhythms that would blossom on the band's subsequent two albums (not to mention Wyman's solo ones) - turns out that Jagger wasn't the only experimental force in the band.
Most of the other stuff is, however, very second-rate for the Stones. The ballads mostly just refuse to lift me up ('Till The Next Goodbye' doesn't suck, per se, but it's a pale shadow of the band's former efforts; 'Time Waits For No One' is strongly derivative of 'Winter', even if it does transform into a lengthy Santanaesque solo towards the end, courtesy of Mr Taylor again; 'If You Really Want To Be My Friend' is slightly better, done in the by now traditional Stones' gospel style, but then it suffers from being overlong); the comedy number 'Short And Curlies' sucks horribly - I could pardon them the utter derivativeness of this silly country joke (similar to 'Casino Boogie', by the way), but the idiotic lyrics don't make it any more than just a corny novelty ditty; the Temptations' cover 'Ain't Too Proud To Beg' is simply nothing special - pedestrian song, pedestrian cover version; and the reggaeish 'Luxury', while not a bad number by itself, still turns into a long boring jam towards the end.
A lot of jovialty, good-time atmosphere, ass-kicking and all, but somehow it all goes nowhere in particular; I suppose that was the point - to make an album that would go nowhere - but the point is, up till now the Stones were always a band that would go somewhere and take you on their trip along the way. You'd expect something better from The Rolling Stones. Really. Here they not only try to sound dorky (like they did on Black And Blue, where it worked), they also try to convince the audience that they are dorky. And in doing so they overdid the trick. That said, I reiterate that even while cruising on autopilot, the boys still managed to churn out some excellent melodies, so that should be your consolation.

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