These Stones are tired, a bit worn out, so aged, playing rock at 60 is not a mere joke, even though unlike Vasco, they haven't retired yet, they have no intention at all of spending their days in bed.

And so, with great fervor, they strum guitars with passion, there's that riff of "Rough Justice" with which Richards wakes us up, strong sounds, daring lines, more like cannon thunder than notes, and even Watts, with his drumsticks, gives us a good wake-up call.

That cheeky Jagger never tiring, between "Passing car" and "Wedding March" explores the paths of love, and it doesn't matter if you're a woman or a man, because sex is always good, even when it seems like pain.

On the guitar, Ron Wood goes at it with his talent, "Rain Fall Down" strikes us with the grit and purity, certain sounds pass by with the wind, between anger, ecstasy, and beauty.

But then something changes, and something doesn't feel right, you hear sounds already heard like an echo in the valley, "Infamy" and "Let Me Down Slow" break no taboo now, it feels like reheated porridge and you exclaim: "What a bore!".

Surely, the attack on the puritans hits the right spot, "Sweet Neo Con" is worth a Mass, as an old saying goes, though there's always that lack of ancient and great fervor, of a band a bit flabby, but still remains a legend.

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