Let me preface this: my lovely partner loves the Rolling Stones; she has a soul/blues spirit even though she's as white as milk. I, on the other hand, lean more towards Talking Heads, The Cure, Ultravox, and so on.
That said, I'm tired of reading that 'the Rolling Stones haven't done anything good since Exile on Main Street,' how annoying!
If this album had been composed and played by that half-talented Jack White, everyone would be shouting about a miracle, all saying 'wow, it sounds like the Rolling Stones.'
So, since it's written by the Rolling Stones, let's say it: the riffs are rock solid, the blues is very bluesy, and the heart-wrenching ballads make you want to find a soulmate, lose them, find them again, and have 25 kids together.
'Rough justice' is sharp and ironic, with Mick making fun of himself; 'Streets of love' is sad but with a catchy melody, you sing along even when it bores you; 'Back of my hand' sounds like it was written with Robert Johnson in 1937; 'This place is empty' feels like it came out of a musical with characters wandering through an empty house searching for memories of their lost love; 'She saw me coming' clatters joyfully; but overall, the whole album sparkles and rolls along like a train. The Rolling Stones don't do anything new anymore? So what?
Time is essentially a fiction, and the Stones tell us this with their usual album, with the horrible cover and the divine content.
Even when trying little, these four grandpas are infinitely better from every point of view than all the young imitators who happen to have.
It no longer matters to hear the Stones, but rather to be sure, to see that they are still alive and moving (like puppets).
Welcome ‘A Bigger Bang’ to be listened to without even turning up the volume knob from 0.
Music has returned to planet earth.
Many years have passed since Sticky Fingers, but the group seems unfazed by them.
The disarming lack of inspiration that permeates this album should depress those who loved them and keep away (at least from this work) those who have never listened to them.
The only ones unwilling to surrender to the inexorable passage of time are still them.
That riff of 'Rough Justice' with which Richards wakes us up, strong sounds, daring lines, more like cannon thunder than notes.
‘Infamy’ and ‘Let Me Down Slow’ break no taboo now, it feels like reheated porridge and you exclaim: 'What a bore!'