The Rolling Stones
Sticky Fingers

THE REVIEW

1971 must have been a particularly cool year to live in, I don't know, just the idea of being in the '70s would turn me on. Weird perversions or not, just "Sticky Fingers" would have been worth the thrill of living it in the "moment."
Calling it a masterpiece and sitting here raving about the Rolling Stones of this authentic work of art, thrown in your face with a cover (by Warhol) where a package is prominently displayed, would be an understatement. Yes, a nice pair of jeans that leave little to the imagination, but if you create ten songs like this, you can put whatever the hell you want on the cover. Skimming through each song, saying this one yes this one is equally beautiful wouldn't do it justice, and I'm certainly not a real reviewer, I just believe that in "Sticky Fingers" there is all rock.

For example, to corroborate (yes corroborate) such a statement, let's take, I don't know, a track like "Sister Morphine," see it could easily be catapulted into the grunge era, and no one would notice those 20 and odd years of leap. I dare you to sustain the opposite. And I challenge you to find a time machine to do it and confirm it. Go ahead.

The dirty and rock "Sway" that welcomes you after the first knockout "Brown Sugar" is the classic track that makes you want to press the headphones against your ears, where you want the music deep into your body, the same goes for "Bitch." A Richards that drives me crazy.

The classic big classic album, in the sense that if you live for rock, this is a steak to savor bite by bite, leaving nothing on the plate. Pair this course with others like "Beggars Banquet," "Let It Bleed," and "Exile on Main St." and you're set for many decades when it comes to listening to great rock music.

With "Sticky Fingers," these rolling stones junkies cooked up ten beautifully drugged and bluesy songs; listening to them half-drunk is one of life's pleasures.