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24FPS
Unfortunately it reminds me that, at least on record, the Stones need more melodic lead playing. Maybe Mick Taylor overdid it at times, especially live, but when it worked, there was no higher incarnation of the Stones.
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JJHMick
Should have become the Brown Sugar of the 90s.
Totally agree with you. Always loved this song although I'm not really moved by any live version I've heard. Seems the riff doesn't sound as it should. Sadly I didn't get to see a live VL show in person so I can't tell if it was great if there and I'm just disappointed with the recordings or what....but on the album, hell yeah crank it up!Quote
drewmaster
Interesting to read the mixed reviews on this one. To me, this is a churning, propulsive slice of heaven, with as much righteous anger, pain, violence, danger, sensuality, decadence, and sheer wickedness as anything they've ever recorded. It hearkens back to their classic riff-fests and yet sounds completely fresh and contemporary. It's a hell of a song, in every sense of the word.
Please excuse me but I have to explain further. From Charlie's first drumstroke, this one's got a deep, underlying groove that grabs you (or at least, me) by the throat and doesn't let go. The layered guitar production is nothing short of genius ... glorious, crunchy sustained riffs that perfectly mesh with Charlie's phenomenal drumming and Jagger's yowling pleas for someone to stop this pain. Wonderful, brilliantly evocative lyrics, with the culmination being Mick's misogynistic spoken-word rant about what the doctor told him, climaxing when he gleefully spits out the "C" word. And then Charlie's jungle drums carry us through this orgasm, and as we slowly emerge from it, the guitars come hurtling back in.
This is simply a masterpiece, and one of their very best song from the 90's. To pick up on what Come On wrote, I recommend blasting this one so loud that the building (or the car) shakes, and shouting along with Mick at the top of your lungs; there is nothing in this world quite as cathartic or liberating. This is why I love the Stones with all my heart.
Drew
P.S. And you know what, beneath all the violence and misogyny, it's a freaking love song! Kind of like "All About You". God do I love this band.
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drewmaster
Interesting to read the mixed reviews on this one. To me, this is a churning, propulsive slice of heaven, with as much righteous anger, pain, violence, danger, sensuality, decadence, and sheer wickedness as anything they've ever recorded. It hearkens back to their classic riff-fests and yet sounds completely fresh and contemporary. It's a hell of a song, in every sense of the word.
Please excuse me but I have to explain further. From Charlie's first drumstroke, this one's got a deep, underlying groove that grabs you (or at least, me) by the throat and doesn't let go. The layered guitar production is nothing short of genius ... glorious, crunchy sustained riffs that perfectly mesh with Charlie's phenomenal drumming and Jagger's yowling pleas for someone to stop this pain. Wonderful, brilliantly evocative lyrics, with the culmination being Mick's misogynistic spoken-word rant about what the doctor told him, climaxing when he gleefully spits out the "C" word. And then Charlie's jungle drums carry us through this orgasm, and as we slowly emerge from it, the guitars come hurtling back in.
This is simply a masterpiece, and one of their very best song from the 90's. To pick up on what Come On wrote, I recommend blasting this one so loud that the building (or the car) shakes, and shouting along with Mick at the top of your lungs; there is nothing in this world quite as cathartic or liberating. This is why I love the Stones with all my heart.
Drew
P.S. And you know what, beneath all the violence and misogyny, it's a freaking love song! Kind of like "All About You". God do I love this band.