The context of this album is key. The Stones had been on a downslide since the Exile days and the styles of the time were overtaking their basic hard-rock approach. Here they're thrashing against the world, lashing out at oddball angles, clattering and jangling like they hadn't since, well, the Exile days. From the disco bump of Miss You to the refracted New Wavism of Shattered, they less try to approximate the fashions of the time than set them up in a room, get drunk, and put the resulting staggering and smashing on tape. The slower songs (Far Away Eyes, Some Girls) fail to spark, but the rest is as exciting as the band had been in years. Decidedly worth hearing, in all of its defiant pop-art ramshackle glory 4/5
6/25/14: god, this really is one of their best, it's a mess, it's a blast
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