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A forgettable non-entity, as I have forgotten it and am none the worse.
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A forgettable non-entity, as I have forgotten it and am none the worse.
The best advice I can give you: grab that Undercover CD, and play it really loud. Open up your mind to some 'new' Stones, and find that the album actually is much stronger than you remembered. Great lyrics, great singing, great grooves, and the last album where the Stones still meant danger.
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It's in open G on guitar. Yep. And that's about the best thing I can say about it.
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It's in open G on guitar. Yep. And that's about the best thing I can say about it.
This the beginning of open G stifling rather than enhancing Keith's creativity, something that reached its nadir on 'Main Offender'.
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It's in open G on guitar. Yep. And that's about the best thing I can say about it.
This the beginning of open G stifling rather than enhancing Keith's creativity, something that reached its nadir on 'Main Offender'.
If you're thinking of Running Too Deep and Will But You Won't, I agree with you.
However, Wicked As It Seems and Eileen are brilliant.
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It's in open G on guitar. Yep. And that's about the best thing I can say about it.
This the beginning of open G stifling rather than enhancing Keith's creativity, something that reached its nadir on 'Main Offender'.
If you're thinking of Running Too Deep and Will But You Won't, I agree with you.
However, Wicked As It Seems and Eileen are brilliant.
Oh yes, not all of the album was open-G-by-numbers.
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There is some good open G stuff on Voodoo Lounge (Is YGMR in that tuning?)
Nice observation, tho, Sleepy City.
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There is some good open G stuff on Voodoo Lounge (Is YGMR in that tuning?)
Nice observation, tho, Sleepy City.
Yep, it is. So is LIS, Sparks Will Fly, I Go Wild and Baby, Break It Down.
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There is some good open G stuff on Voodoo Lounge (Is YGMR in that tuning?)
Nice observation, tho, Sleepy City.
Yep, it is. So is LIS, Sparks Will Fly, I Go Wild and Baby, Break It Down.
Mixed Emotions & Sad Sad Sad on Steel Wheels are fine examples of latter day open G recordings too, even though it's Mick playing the 5 string on SSS.
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There is some good open G stuff on Voodoo Lounge (Is YGMR in that tuning?)
Nice observation, tho, Sleepy City.
Yep, it is. So is LIS, Sparks Will Fly, I Go Wild and Baby, Break It Down.
Mixed Emotions & Sad Sad Sad on Steel Wheels are fine examples of latter day open G recordings too, even though it's Mick playing the 5 string on SSS.
I don't like Mick's open G-playing on SSS or HOTYH on Steel Wheels. He's too much on the beat for me. He's better on Highwire though. On Mixed Emotions we get classic Keith, and there IS a difference
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I've never met a Stones song I didn't like.
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I can’t believe some of y’all don’t appreciate the wondrous glory of this track. Ladies and gentlemen, this is 5 minutes and 5 seconds of pure sonic bliss, showcasing the Stones’ majesty and genius. If you want to know what it feels like to be truly alive, to suck the marrow from life, then smoke a fattie, crank the stereo to 11, get your air guitar out, and hit the play button. Shout and scream along with this one till you’re hoarse. If that doesn’t release your inner demons – all the anger and pain and fury inside – then, well, ain’t nothing gonna help ya.
It starts out so simply and elegantly. Keith’s riff, man, holy shit; right from the outset, it just tears a hole in the universe with its relentless, pounding fury. And then Charlie chimes in with a machine-gun volley that’s so funky it should be illegal; you just gotta get up off yer ass and dance. Bill enters, stage left, with a magnificently swampy blues line. Dig Keith’s bluesy moan (it is Keith, isn’t it?), eerily setting the stage for the satanic blues-fest to come. And then Mick starts yowling his tale of woe, exorcising the demons, with brutal lyrics that pull no punches at all, his words just snaking beautifully through Keith’s guitar licks, as only he can do … pure Glimmer Twins alchemy. And Ronnie’s scorching solo, meshing perfectly with Keith’s relentless riff; notice how Keith’s riff sounds a little different, a little more intense, after Ronnie exits.
But wait, this one then gets even better, as everything starts to gel and it starts to go into overdrive. Those maracas in the next guitar break, underscoring that incredibly funky groove. And Bill’s bass, continuing to hold it all down so perfectly but now coming more to the foreground for added effect. Another guitar (or two) becomes noticeable, wailing for attention, and then that haunting repeated note on the piano, all just further adding to the sonic ecstasy that by this point is so intense that it’s almost unbearable. (There’s a particularly wonderful moment at 3:20, when Keith does this rude little descending two-note combination-lick that just makes me glad to be alive).
The SOUND of this track is just so phenomenal; an open-G fest if there ever was one. I could listen to this riff all day every day and never get bored. And that propulsive, strutting groove, showing the world how it’s done, reminding us that, rhythmically, no one has ever or will ever be able to touch the Stones.
This is DEVIL’s music, son; rock and roll of the purest and finest grade, mainlining right to the jugular; the louder you play this one, the better it gets. I love Soul Survivor, its cousin, but this one is even more amazing. It’s probably the most shamefully under-rated track from what may be the Stones’ most shamefully under-rated album. Having coming off the stellar success of Tattoo You, they were still floating, still on top of the world when they recorded this one, and the confidence, the fvck-you-we’re-the-fukkin-Rolling-Stones-so-go-fvck-yerself bravado, is truly breathtaking.
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I can’t believe some of y’all don’t appreciate the wondrous glory of this track. Ladies and gentlemen, this is 5 minutes and 5 seconds of pure sonic bliss, showcasing the Stones’ majesty and genius. If you want to know what it feels like to be truly alive, to suck the marrow from life, then smoke a fattie, crank the stereo to 11, get your air guitar out, and hit the play button. Shout and scream along with this one till you’re hoarse. If that doesn’t release your inner demons – all the anger and pain and fury inside – then, well, ain’t nothing gonna help ya.
It starts out so simply and elegantly. Keith’s riff, man, holy shit; right from the outset, it just tears a hole in the universe with its relentless, pounding fury. And then Charlie chimes in with a machine-gun volley that’s so funky it should be illegal; you just gotta get up off yer ass and dance. Bill enters, stage left, with a magnificently swampy blues line. Dig Keith’s bluesy moan (it is Keith, isn’t it?), eerily setting the stage for the satanic blues-fest to come. And then Mick starts yowling his tale of woe, exorcising the demons, with brutal lyrics that pull no punches at all, his words just snaking beautifully through Keith’s guitar licks, as only he can do … pure Glimmer Twins alchemy. And Ronnie’s scorching solo, meshing perfectly with Keith’s relentless riff; notice how Keith’s riff sounds a little different, a little more intense, after Ronnie exits.
But wait, this one then gets even better, as everything starts to gel and it starts to go into overdrive. Those maracas in the next guitar break, underscoring that incredibly funky groove. And Bill’s bass, continuing to hold it all down so perfectly but now coming more to the foreground for added effect. Another guitar (or two) becomes noticeable, wailing for attention, and then that haunting repeated note on the piano, all just further adding to the sonic ecstasy that by this point is so intense that it’s almost unbearable. (There’s a particularly wonderful moment at 3:20, when Keith does this rude little descending two-note combination-lick that just makes me glad to be alive).
The SOUND of this track is just so phenomenal; an open-G fest if there ever was one. I could listen to this riff all day every day and never get bored. And that propulsive, strutting groove, showing the world how it’s done, reminding us that, rhythmically, no one has ever or will ever be able to touch the Stones.
This is DEVIL’s music, son; rock and roll of the purest and finest grade, mainlining right to the jugular; the louder you play this one, the better it gets. I love Soul Survivor, its cousin, but this one is even more amazing. It’s probably the most shamefully under-rated track from what may be the Stones’ most shamefully under-rated album. Having coming off the stellar success of Tattoo You, they were still floating, still on top of the world when they recorded this one, and the confidence, the fvck-you-we’re-the-fukkin-Rolling-Stones-so-go-fvck-yerself bravado, is truly breathtaking.
Drew