The Rolling Stones
Exile On Main St.

THE REVIEW

This is not a review, but an act of love.

Because I already knew the Rolling Stones, but I had never heard an album like this. And I never will, I believe.

Because the opening riff of Rip this Joint gets to me every time.

Because inside here there's rock, all of it, and I don't care if anyone says otherwise.

Because Casino Boogie and Torn and Frayed are not fillers.

Mick played like a god, and they even stole the song credits from him. But we all know, those two were great bastards.

"On stage the band has got problems

they're a bag of nerves at first nights..."

Keith was always high, but that's known. Nicky was possessed, he pounded the piano as if every note had to be the last. Rip this Joint lifts you up before you even realize it, no doubt. Then down to hell, a killer riff leads to Ventilator Blues and then Keith, who just wants to see his face. Whose, Christ's or the Devil's? And then comes Let it Loose, and you realize such a piano simply can't exist. And that the Rolling Stones will never write songs like these again. 

"Joe's got a cough, sounds kinda rough

yeah, and the codeine to fix it

doctor prescribes, drug store supplies

who's gonna help him to kick it..."

These were the Rolling Stones, and for me, they will always be this way.

Because I didn't even think I'd write these few lines tonight.

Because, probably, even in moments like these, a record can save your life.

Nothing goes to waste here, not even a note.

"I'm the man on the mountain, come on up

I'm the plowman in the valley, with a face full of mud..."

Thank you.