naturally, Robert Dimery would never miss an opportunity to subject his readers to a SEVENTH rolling stones album. even ignoring the practically unjustifiable insistence on hogging up yet another slot with this one stupid band, there's too much of this shit in the book from other bands; there's too much of this shit in the world, period. beyond that, we've all heard versions of this sort of thing that are just flat out better anyway, and i can't even imagine what the reasoning behind its inclusion is: that it was the first 'good' stones album in a while? who gives a fuck? i could rattle off like 10 rock albums that beat this in quality and/or influence from the last 5 years, but Mick gets another album in just because they stopped completely eating shit in the studio and managed to turn in an album that's corny, trite and boring rather than simply awful?
highlights include some nice contributions from musicians that aren't in the band, lowlights include Mick Jagger's awful performance as some kind of sexy rock 'n' roll baby on Mess It Up, and Sweet Sounds of Heaven, which i think I'm supposed to read as an epic, grandiose, sprawling conclusion but is just a tortured, never-ending, meandering slog complete with a Lady Gaga vocal performance that feels like she's making fun of the band. thank god Fetch the Bolt Cutters got cut for this