Monday, 23 January 2017

The Rolling Stones: Live/Solo/Compilation Albums Part Two 1975-1988

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(ABCKO/Decca, June 1975)

UK Version: Out Of Time/Don't Lie To Me/Some Things Just Stick In Your Mind/Each and Every Day Of The Year/Heart Of Stone/I'd Much Rather Be With The Boys/Walkin' Thru The Sleepy City//We're Wastin' Time/Try A Little Harder/I Don't Know Why/If You Let Me/Jiving Sister Fanny/Downtown Suzie/Family/Memo From Turner/I'm Going Down

The US edition omits 'Some Things Just Stick In Your Mind' and 'We're Wastin' Time'

"Why when the children grow up and leave do they still remember their nursery rhymes?"

A measure of just how strong the Stones' 19650s had been, this unsanctioned and unwanted collection of outtakes by old label Decca couldn't have come at a worst time. Compiled by the 'enemy', old manager Allen Klein, it was released to combat a run of bootlegs of similar material and 'replaced' one Bill Wyman had already spent quite some time compiling (effectively this album minus the run of demo sessions). Released in the gap between low points 'It's Only Rock 'n' Roll' and 'Black and Blue' this set of demos and abandoned studio takes suddenly seemed so full of life and imaginative, in comparison to the cul-de-sac the Stones had (thankfully temporarily) found themselves in. Most of the songs on the album dated back to 1964 and 1965 and half aren't strictly Stones recordings at all but demo sessions starring either Mick or Mick and Keith alone with session men (with a pre-fame Jimmy Page on lead guitar). Most of the songs they never returned to again (the exceptions being the charming first try at a country-style 'Heart Of Stone' and a noisier 'Out Of Time') and none of the covers charted (Chris Farlowe's 'Time' aside), making this a highly valuable set of compositions a little deeper and little more epic than the average Stones recordings of the day.  More than anything else the set reveals what a great vocalist Mick was even on a day when he was a Stone alone in an alien studio and only needed to lay down a basic vocal - he never gave less than his all, at least in this era and 'Some Things Just Stick In Your Mind' and 'Each and Every Day' in particular are amongst his best work. However the demo songs that make up almost all the first side are still eclipsed by the glorious full-on Stones rant of 'Don't Lie To Me', an R and B cover that most definitely deserved a release on period album 'Out Of Our Heads'.

Side two is patchier but still has its moments, gathering together a run of songs from 1966 to the end of the band's time with the label in 1969. Of these the best songs are a charming 'Aftermath' style folk ballad 'If You Let Me' (though it actually dates from the 'Button ' sessions), Mick's solo song from the 'Performance' song 'Memo From Turner', the glorious 'Let It Bleed' band jam 'Jiving Sister Fannie' that's far more fun than anything that made that record and the astonishing cover of Stevie Wonder's 'I Don't Know Why', which in terms of backing sounds like a gloriously joyous track. However it's the song the band were making in July 1969 when the phone rang to tell them that Brian had died and Mick's haunted, ghostly vocal is anything but joyous, the shrieks and howls of pain anything but acting. No wonder they left it in the vaults, but it's one of their most important covers. The rest of the side can't match it, but is still more important than most similar outtake sets odds and ends, most notably a guesting Stills guitar part on 'I'm Goin' Down'. The Stones may have been appalled by it, but actually 'Metamorphosis' was a welcome reminder of just how important and consistent a band the Stones had once been and came along at just the right time, with even their abandoned songs a level above most groups'. The title is a clever one too, with many of these songs in an abandoned half-state of completion, although the front cover (apparently adapted from Franz Kafka's description of 'Metamophosis') is typically Decca-ugly, with the band as a bunch of insects wearing human heads as masks. Oh well, perhaps we should be grateful that Decca didn't go with their original idea of an outtakes set named 'Necrophilia' - goodness only knows what sleeve we'd have got to go with that!

"Made In The Shade"

(Rolling Stones Records/Atlantic, June 1975)

Brown Sugar/Tumbling Dice/Happy/Dance Little Sister/Wild Horses//Angie/Bitch/It's Only Rock and Roll (But I Like It)/Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker)/Rip This Joint

"Baby, Baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown"

A rather unnecessary bare-bones compilation, given that Rolling Stones records only had the rights to the post-Decca stuff, with this album covering just the 'Sticky Fingers' 'Exile On Main Street' 'Goat's Head Soup' and 'It's Only Rock 'n' Roll' years. It was put together simply to give the band something to promote during the 1975 tour when Ronnie Wood joined the band and needed to get up to speed and not really worth buying if you own any of the four original albums, with only 'shades' of hearing all four records complete. Luckily those three albums do cover many of the best Stones recordings, but alas not many of them were released as singles so what we get is the over-rated 'Brown Sugar' and 'It's Only Rock 'n' Roll' alongside flops like 'Doo Doo Doo Doo' and 'Happy'. We don't even have a complete singles collection here either, with 'Ain't Too Proud To Beg' going missing. Few fans would rate 'Dance Little Sister' or 'Rip This Joint' as the band's best album tracks either. What would have been far more interesting would be for Rolling Stones Records to have revisited each album in a double set quoting a side per album, padded out with period B-sides ('Bitch' is here, but 'Let It Rock' isn't). The packaging too is ridiculous: a woman in a deckchair with headphones sunbathing in front of the pyramids: not sure that's the image I got from listening to these records somehow. The pyramids have lasted several thousand centuries as the pinnacle of human engineering; I don't think this album will do the same, somehow. It did, however, sell enough copies to go top twenty in the UK and top ten in the States, which is more a sign of how many people the tour played to than this album's worth and oddly was re-issued in 2005 by Virgin when they bought up the rights to the band's back catalogue, even though they'd already released all the songs individually on CD in the previous few years. At least the Stones carried on their Decca tradition of giving their compilations daft names I suppose...

"L.A. Friday"

(Promotone, Recorded July 1975, Released April 2012)

Honky Tonk Women/All Down The Line/If You Can't Rock Me/Get Off My Cloud/Star Star/Gimme Shelter/Ain't Too Proud To Beg/You Gotta Move/You Can 't Always Get What You Want/Happy/Tumbling Dice/Band Intros/It's Only Rock 'n' Roll (But I Like It)/Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker)/Fingerprint File/Angie/Wild Horses/That's Life (Billy Preston)/Outer Space (Billy Preston)/Brown Sugar/Midnight Rambler/Rip This Joint/Street Fighting Man/Jumpin' Jack Flash/Sympathy For The Devil

"Rip this joint, gonna rip yours too, some brand new steps and some weight to lose"

On the face of it this doesn't look very appetising: a complete gig from one of the ones mashed up for the official album 'Love You Live' and it's not even the La Macamba club session. An all too visibly fed up Mick Taylor has already handed in his notice - this is one of his last shows - and Keith is so far gone he's managing to stand up only through sheer will power. This is another one of those archive Stones CD and DVD releases that are much more enjoyable to listen to than to watch, where the band are struggling to hide up what they're suffering in sight more than sound. However, this is a fun little gig from a band at the end of a most marvellous run and of all the Stones tours this is the one that got the levels of excess and rockstar posing just right: Mick's got his routine down pat but isn't just going through the motions yet, while the interaction between the band is still strong, Mick and Keith having great fun making poses on stage. The set list is heavy on the classics as usual and bang up to date with one of the very earliest live performances of 'It's Only Rock 'n' Roll' (which already sounds like a parody of itself even in this early stage), but there's also an impressive range of more obscure material too - for more or less the last time. A rocky 'All Down The Line', a hard-hitting 'If You Can't Rock Me', a fun 'Star Star', a bluesy 'You Gotta Move', a moving 'Fingerprint File' and a fierce 'Rip This Joint' don't get played very often and on this evidence you wonder why - all more than hold their own against the classics, with many of the old war horses from the 1960s making room. Billy Preston shines too on his two song cameo, his reward for helping the band out on this tour and giving the Stones a chance to take a breather without letting the momentum of the gig die out with a full-on break. It's the classics though that still shine the best, with the greatest live 'Gimme Shelter' played more as a duel than duet by Keith and Mick Taylor, who seem to be playing out their annoyances with each other on guitar with Mick J uncomfortably trapped in the middle and a slightly slower 'Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker)' which swaps menace for the daft harmonies of the original and ends in a voodoo boogie shootout, which sounds like a pretty good deal to me. There's not quite enough here to make this a Stones golden age or anything and the band aren't playing with quite the same telepathic powers as their 1970-1973 live work. But this is still a great band on fine form and hearing it in all its unedited glory is a lot more enjoyable than sitting through 'Love You Live' ever was. This LA Friday sounds like the start of a highly enjoyable weekend.

"Rolled Gold: The Very Best Of The Rolling Stones"

(Decca, November 1975)

C'Mon/I Wanna Be Your Man/Not Fade Away/Carol/It's All Over Now/Little Red Rooster/Time Is On My Side/The Last Time/( I Can't Get No) Satisfaction//Get Off My Cloud/19th Nervous Breakdown/As Tears Go By/Under My Thumb/Lady Jane/Out Of Time/Paint It, Black//Have You Seen Your Mother Baby Standing In The Shadow?/Let's Spend The Night Together/Ruby Tuesday/Yesterday's Papers/We Love You/She's A Rainbow/Jumpin' Jack Flash//Honky Tonk Women/Sympathy For The Devil/Street Fighting Man/Midnight Rambler/Gimme Shelter

The CD Re-Issue Adds: Tell Me/Heart Of Stone/Play With Fire/I'm Free/Mother's Little Helper/Dandelion/2000 Light Years From Home/No Expectations/Let It Bleed/You Can't Always Get What You Want/Brown Sugar/Wild Horses

"You can't always get what you want - but if you try sometime you might just find you get what you need!"

Decca weren't about to let the public buy a modern-day Stones album when they could be buying some old tracks too, so 'Made In The Shade' was shaded by yet another double album collection of old 1960s classics, hot on the heels of 'Metamorphosis' (1975 was a good year for Stones compilations). Though less admired or revered than 'Hot Rocks', this is an even better and lengthier collection of every single the band released, alongside most of the B sides and several classic album tracks. Frustratingly the original ran just too long to fit on a single CD, but Decca do the kind thing and in 2007 fleshed the album out with most of the more obvious tracks that didn't make the original. No rarities of course, but still quite a lot of gold in terms of musical currency for the price.The result is a far more palatable single-shop way of hearing the 60s stones than the discs on '40 Licks' and 'Grrrr!' and highly recommended. The re-issue even set new standards, being the first release by a mainstream rock and roll band available on a computer USB stick. Fittingly, it sold enough copies to go 'gold', rare for a re-issued compilation. 

Bill Wyman "Stone Alone"

(Rolling Stone Records, '1976')

A Quarter To Three/Gimme Just One Chance/Soul Satisfying/Apache Woman/Every Sixty Seconds/Get It On//Feat/Peanut Butter Time/Wine & Wimmen/If You Wanna Be Happy/What's The Point?/No More Foolin'

"Wobbling like jelly on a jelly plate, I know it ain't jam 'cause jam don't shake!"

Bill's second album comes with the usual clever hi-jinks (the funniest being the title, one so good he'll be using it a lot from now on) and the usual slightly detached air of bemusement. You can understand from these albums simultaneously why Bill was so angry that he felt his work was being overlooked for Stones records - and why the others felt his material would never have fitted in a million years. Many Stones fans have scratched their heads over this album's combination of modern electronic pop (years before it was fashionable) and arty humour (years after it was fashionable) and wondered how someone could have spent so long in a rock and roll band without showing any sign in his own music of rock and roll. However, eccentric as it is, mad as it is, unlistenable as it frequently becomes, there's an ambition and eclecticism at work here that makes 'Stone Alone' a far easier album to admire than, say, that year's Stones album 'Black and Blue'. Far from resting on his laurels Bill has left his laurels a world away on an album that only makes sense if you're speaking the same language: the question is whether you have the patience to learn the new language. If you do you'll find a hidden poet who actually does know it and is only a line away from a pun. There's no Chuck Berry riffs to get you out of trouble, no guitar solos to lighten the mood, no virtuoso instrumentation and only so-so vocals, while the songs are arty cold-blooded intellectual exercises rather than warm-hearted emotional responses. On its own terms though, based on its own rule structure, 'A Stone Alone' is probably Bill's best album and one of the better Stones solo records.

Like the first album this a 'parody' record in the grand 'Rutles' tradition, but rather than focussing on rock as before or the rock business as per later, here Bill laughs at just about everything. Doo-wop, jazz, blues, soul, pop, disco, reggae - it all gets the Wyman treatment and Bill's sharp ears generally pick up on all the right clichés: the chord structures, the up-itself egotism, the instrument sounds. If you ever need a jingle to be played in thirty different styles, Bill sounds like your one-man shop to go to as all the styles feel authentic and by giving himself a wider palette the bassist makes it clear he's laughing at everything, not picking on his own particular brand. The trouble, like the other Wyman records, is that this record spends so long laughing at what it's against that you don't get any real sense about what it's for: unlike 10cc, who add karma twists to their comedic wheels or hint at emotion underneath the humour, there's nothing really here to care about, no characters to side with, no plot lines to get emotionally attached to. Heard in small doses this is fine, but heard across a whole LP or even a sequence of them it can become wearing, like the bloke at a party who won't tell you anything about himself but keeps talking in one-liners and quips all night. Another record not for everyone, then, but if you want to start somewhere and don't want to fork out for the two-disc best of Bill set (schizophrenically divided between comedy solo and serious Rhythm Kings work) then this is probably your best bet: the lyrics are funnier, the styles add variety and the poppy electronica twinkle is impressively ahead of its time, sounding more at one with records made a full ten years later than period punk and prog.

'A Quarter To Three' is jazz-pop with a real 1950s sound as Bill dances until the early hours 'all over the room'. So authentic is the girl singer backing, the parping horns and the boogie woogie piano only Bill's delivery doesn't sound like the real thing.

'Gimme Just One More Chance' is a doo-wop parody with some of the snappiest one-liners on the record and another 1950s style backing.

'Soul Satisfying' is the soul genre's turn and equally spot on: 'If you choose me, don't abuse me, you can try me, gratify me, but baby don't deny me...' Of course the fact that Bill couldn't sound less like a powerful sexual soul singer and sings like a robot makes this track all the funnier.

'Apache Woman' sounds like funky Shadows or a more talented T Rex with the best hook on the album that in different hands could have been a hit single. The lyrics don't say much more than 'let's get it on', though, which is a shame.

'Every Sixty Seconds' is a country-blues, with Bill listing all sorts of times of the day and getting increasingly irate as he 'throws his life away' every sixty seconds, every twenty fours, every twelve get the idea.

'Get It On' is a boogie woogie pastiche that sounds suspiciously like it has Stu guesting on the rockabilly piano, while the song comes suspiciously close to a Gilbert O'Sullivan song as Bill warns his missus to 'get out or get it on'. I can almost see a medallion flash from here.

'Feet' is the album's one cover song, with session veteran Danny Kortchmar (he of the Crosby-Nash record series) getting in on the joke with a song about, well, feet as you may have guessed. The narrator wants walk away but his wife has him by a rope and is about to hang him if he wanders too far. By now the laughs are getting a bit less to be honest.

'Peanut Butter Time' is the album highlight, a sly disco-funk fusion that sounds like Bill is having fun at his old friend Jagger, with some panting and over-exaggerated rock hooks as he 'looks for a pick me up'. Does he find it in sex, drugs or rock and roll? Nope. Peanut butter, which is the part of that list they always seem to leave out.

'Wine and Wimmen' sounds like Bill laughing at himself with the tale of a boozed-up sex maniac who wonders why he never gets called to parties anymore. It's the hardest, roughest, song on the album but together with Bill's hard, rough voice that's not necessarily a compliment.

'If You Wanna Be Happy' is another cover song, a daft hippie reggae song first released, as a serious song, by Jimmy Soul and sent up for all its trippy-dippy silliness by Bill. You sense that reggae purist Keith had a few words to say after this one, if he ever bothered to hear the album.

'What's The Point?' is a country spoof original because 'it suits my style' and 'the people round my way don't like me anymore. Cue fiddles and lyrics about getting back to the old honest faithful land even though the dog is sick and the chickens ain't laying...actually I think I added those last two points but you get the idea.

'No More Foolin' is another of the album's high points, a spot on jazz parody that probably had Charlie not speaking to him either. Bill's Louis Armstrong style vocals are surprisingly good and suit him more than his natural style, while the backing captures the floaty-mood-with-speedy-oboes groove pretty nicely too.

Overall, then, a pretty solid second album with some excellent pastiches and only one or two misfires, with 'Stone Alone' easily Bill's most consistent and eclectic album. Whether it's a good album depends on whether or not you consider aping other people's styles and stealing all the best/worst bits represents 'proper' music making or not. As usual with Wyman the effect is 'Why?' rather than wow, but there are some genuinely funny moments here. 

"Love You Live"

(Rolling Stones Records, September 1977)

Intro (Fanfare For The Common Man)/Honky Tonk Women/If You Can't Rock Me/Get Off My Cloud/Happy//Hit Stuff/Star Star/Tumbling Dice/Fingerprint File/You Gotta Move//You Can't Always Get What You Want/Mannish Boy/Crackin' Up/Little Red Rooster/Around and Around//It's Only Rock 'n' Roll (But I Like It!)/Brown Sugar/Jumpin' Jack Flash/Sympathy For The Devil

"I feel like stroking everybody! Billy's open for offers, Charlie is a sort of maybe, Bill just wants to take photographs of girl's legs, Ronnie Wood's gay, Keith of course is completely straight..."

The soundtrack of the Rolling Stones' decline from one of the most powerful bands of their generation, feared by establishments everywhere, to stadium-pleasing money-makers an awful lot of fans hate 'Love You Live' for an awful lot of reasons. Compared to 'Ya Yas' or even 'Got Live If You Want It' the band are low on power, ideas and inspiration and the fact that this album exists as a double when the other two don't seems like some cruel irony played on us by the music Gods. Ronnie Wood's arrival hasn't yet given the Stones the boost that they'll receive on 'Some Girls' and the band are clearly still feeling their way into their new era, afraid to take any risks or play anything too complicated (although an impressive 'Fingerprint File' that sounds noticeably tighter than the rest suggests either that the band could have pulled that sort of thing off rather better as it happened or a lot of overdubbing was going on). Mick sounds bored though and Keith sounds ill (no wonder really given the events of the year). Even Charlie isn't really all that good tonight, less in control of the band than usual and content to let the songs drift with half a percussive hand on the tiller. Keith's descent into drugs chaos hangs over the album like a wasted wayward ghost, slowing the rhythms and slurring the riffs, in stark contrast to the pure joy of the earlier two records, though it's another tragedy that marrs this album: engineer and tape archivist Keith Harwood had a lot to do with shaping and cataloguing this album, the band largely taking up his suggestions for the track listing from a variety of show stretching back as far as 1975; he died in a car accident, thought to be under the influence of drugs, shortly before the album's release and receives a special tribute back on the back cover, unusually warm-hearted for the Stones.

The bad vibes didn't end there: wanting to get an extra set of songs the Stones booked themselves  a short tour In Toronto, including a club date before the band's smallest audience in years at the El Mocambo (fittingly, it's known colloquially as the 'El Mo' in part after slide player Elmo Lewis, Brian Jones' big hero). Keith never made rehearsals and the band got worried. It turned out that he and wife Anita had been busted for drugs in his Toronto hotel room, an event that would have major repercussions for the rest of the decade. Far more serious - and less dubious legally - than the arrests of a decade before (Keith had so many drugs on him he was being charged for trafficking because it seemed inconceivable to non-rock and rollers that two people would need so much for a short stay), for a time it seemed likely that it would be the end of the Stones, with Keith likely to be behind bars for years. For a time 'Love You Life' looked like it was about to be the Stones' last. Only interventions by the Prime Minister's wife Margret Trudeau and a blind fan who'd Keith had befriended and made sure was looked after by Stones crew and wrote to the judge on her own merit saved him from jail time. Incidentally the supporting act, a local act named April Wine, enjoyed such a boost from being involved with this gig that they released a live album of their own using the tapes the Stones had made, released as 'Live At The El Mocamaba'. It's a better listen than the Stones' own, frankly.

Actually for all the record's shoddy reputation 'Love You Live' would have been a fitting conclusion, of sorts. Live albums generally look back more than they do forward, but out of all the Stones' concert albums this is the one that feels the most nostalgic - especially the highlights which all come from the 'new' club dates. While the Stones are on fumbling, bumbling form throughout this section (what was originally the album's third side in the days of vinyl) there's a cosy informality about this date that makes the band feel more like 'real' people than those dots in the distance singing old tunes on auto-pilot. The first recordings of two very Stonesy cover songs that used to be in their sets: 'Mannish Boy' and 'Crackin' Up' are worth hearing, while the unexpected return of 'Little Red Rooster' proves you can still teach an old hen new tricks. Had the whole album been recorded that way - in fact the 'Checkerboard Lounge' gig of 1981 released in the 'archive' series and 'Strpped' use a similar idea - it might have become a really great live album.

But alas there are those other three sides to go, all of which sound like 'Ya Yas' playing on a slower speed. It's not that the band play badly so much as they play apathetically: there's no meaning here, just a band trying to play without falling over while Mick - a more emotional singer than many give him credit for on his day - depends on the state of his band more than most singers and can't create feeling all on his own. Sticking so many mid-paced tempo songs together is asking for trouble too: the band just slide into too similar grooves with every song sounding the same, more or less, unless you know the songs really well. There are some terribly misconceived ideas here too: Aaron Copeland's 'Fanfare For The Common Man' must be the most pompous walking-onto-the-stage opening ever and really doesn't deserve to take up two minutes of the record as heard through tinny p.a. speakers, while the new addition to the Stones stage of female backing singers compounds the problems of the band sounding distant and emotionless.  Only on a few of the 'other' songs does the album finally find a groove: 'Hot Stuff' is hotter than the original on 'Black and Blue' simply because the band know it better and have turned it into more of a quasi funk-rock Stones song than the full-on George Clinton parody of the original; 'If You Can't Rock Me' features some great drumming at last, even if I'm not convinced by Billy Preston's piano solo or the segue into 'Get Off My Cloud'; 'Happy' features the ugliest gruffest vocal of Keith's career and he's rarely sounded so miserable or poorly either, which leads to a whole new level of meaning for this song about celebrating having nothing. Typically, these are the songs in the set that won't last until the next tour while everything else here pretty much, all played abysmally, will be in the Stones' set lists more or less untouched to the present day, sounding worse each time. 'Love You Life' features the worst version of all the many 'Sympathy For The Devil's though, turning a fascinating complex epic song about mankind's capacity for violence into a slow seven minute percussion-filled chug: the devil of that song is in the detail and this is just a very basic outlined sketch. Punk exists at least partly because of this album and that song in particular.

Another controversy surrounds the album: that cover. The band went back to Andy Warhol for a new sleeve for the first time since 'Sticky Fingers' and got a far more traditional cover this time around, a typically Warhol stencilled drawing with wavy lines and bright colours based around a caricature of Jagger seemingly eating his own hand.  Warhol was under the impression the Stones would do what they quite often did: keep the band and album name for the spine. Instead Jagger scrawled 'Rolling Stones - Love You Live' in his own handwriting over the top before it was sent to printers: Warhol was not amused and fell out with the band big time for 'selling out'. Most fans felt the same. Not the best or happiest live album in the Stones' canon, it remained until 'Live Licks' the longest and gets marks for quantity of not for quantity. Thankfully an awakening was at hand...

"Get Stoned"

(Arcade Records, October 1977)

Not Fade Away/It's All Over Now/Tell Me/Good Times Bad Times/Time Is On My Side/Little Red Rooster/The Last Time/Play With Fire/(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction//Get Off My Cloud/I Wanna Be Your Man/As Tears Go By/19th Nervous Breakdown/Mother' Little Helper/Have You Seen Your Mother Baby Standing In The Shadow?/Paint It Black//Lady Jane/Let's Spend The Night Together/Ruby Tuesday/Dandelion/We Love You/She's A Rainbow/2000 Light Years From Home//Jumpin' Jack Flash/Gimme Shelter/Street Fighting Man/Honky Tonk Women/Sympathy For The Devil/Wild Horses/Brown Sugar

"You know I used to love them - but since they left6 the label it's all over now!"

Yikes! This time Decca don't even release an album themselves but pass the rights over to the smaller Arcade label who don't have the means to put together a proper compilation from scratch so they simply repeat 'Hot Rocks' and move the tracks around a bit, while adding an accompanying front cover of a papier mache mouth complete with giant tongue. It's hard to challenge the idea that this is the band's old record label sticking their tongue out at the people who bought it or the Stones themselves, un-consulted as ever over how their old material was being marketed. It's a surprise, in fact, that there wasn't a sequel with two papier mache fingers. The music is of course is a delight. In fact by including 'Lady Jane' and 'We Love You' in place of a couple of the weaker songs from 'Hot Rocks' this record actually improves on perfection and beats even 'Hot Rocks'. Better yet, it's almost in order, though second single 'I Wanna Be Your Man' seems somewhat randomly inserted in the middle of a flurry of songs from 1966. At thirty tracks you can't complain that they weren't being generous either - but, lordy, is any of that worth it given the very negative fact that we collectors have to live with that sleeve? Suddenly that rejected artwork for 'Beggar's Banquet' seems the height of taste and respectability...

"Some Girls - Live In Texas '78"

(Polydor/Eagle Rock, Recorded July 1978, Released November 2011)

Let It Rock/All Down The Line/Honky Tonk Women/Star Star/When The Whip Comes Down/ Beast Of Burden/Miss You/Just My Imagination (Runnin' Away With Me)/Shattered/Respectable/Far Away Eyes/Love In Vain/Tumbling Dice/Happy/Sweet Little Sixteen/Brown Sugar/Jumpin' Jack Flash

"Uh! Shedoobee! Shattered! Shattered!"

The Stones' second archive release is another good  choice, taken from one of the earliest concerts with Ronnie Wood as an official member. Like the 'Some Girls' album the tour was the band's most energetic in years and is performed with a punkish energy all night, separated only by ballads that suddenly seem twice as slow by comparison. For once this is a show worth owning on DVD as well as CD, with a sweating Stones really putting their all into their performance and Mick on top form as he leers and cheers with the crowd. Ronnie and Keith are at the peak of their telepathy too, perhaps the last occasion when both looked they were really enjoying themselves at the same time. There's also a fun ramble through an exclusive cover of 'Sweet Little Sixteen', an obvious Chuck Berry number and it's a surprise the band hadn't recorded it before. The one slight downside is that the band are having such fun playing the new songs in their set, which all sound fabulous - a slinky slowed down 'Miss You' and a thrilling one-two punch of 'Shattered' into 'Respectable' taken at speed - that the oldies tend to get rather thrown away, with a garbled 'Honky Tonk Women' and a tired 'Brown Sugar' clearly less inspired. 'Far Away Eyes', unbelievably, sounds worse than it did on the record (Keith sounds like he's being eaten alive while he sings the backing vocals) and you can tell by the muted reception that the crowd haven't got a clue what to make of this country music parody. Only 'Happy' works well when played with the same intensity as the new numbers and it's easily the best the band have released so far, with Mick amiably growling alongside Keith's fading vocals.  Still, with this much energy going on the Stones had to take a break from this intensity level sometimes. The Stones at their energetic best, this might even beat the original album for an adrenalin rush, begging the question as to why so many of the other later Stones concerts seem so flat and lifeless by comparison. The Stones really should have ended their career, sounding even younger than they did at the beginning. If the punks weren't worried by a band twenty years their senior, they should have been - a candidate for the greatest Rolling Stones live set of them all.

"Slow Rollers"

(Decca, '1978')

You Can't Always Get What You Want/Take It Or Leave It/You Better Move On/Time Is On My Side/Pain In My Heart/Dear Doctor/As Tears Go By//Ruby Tuesday/Play With Fire/Lady Jane/Sittin' On The Fence/Back Street Girl/Under The Boardwalk/Heart Of Stone

"You can turn off and on more times than a flashing neon sign"

After Decca's set of rock and roll songs here, inevitably, are the ballads, though 'Soft Stones' would have been a better name given that songs like 'Dear Doctor' and 'Under The Boardwalk' aren't exactly slow, just slower than normal. Though impressively lengthy in terms of running time, this set features some curious selections all round, passing over, say, 'She Smiled Sweetly' and 'I Am Waiting' in favour of obscure early cover songs even the band themselves had probably forgotten they'd ever done. Nice to see 'Play With Fire' and 'Lady Jane' given another airing, though, and there's enough here to prove that even the Decca-era Stones were more than 'just' a rock band with a penchant for ballads that were cut above most period band's attempts.

"Time Waits For No One: Anthology 1971-1977"

(Rolling Stones Records, June 1979)

Time Waits For No One/Bitch/All Down The Line/Dancing With Mr D/Angie//Star Star/If You Can't Rock Me-Get Off My Cloud/Hand Of Fate/Crazy Mama/Fool To Cry

"Star crossed in pleasure, the stream flows on by"

I don't know about you, but to me 'Anthology' implies something big and epic, covering a momentous journey from starting point to a final ending several twists and turns later, across decades. Limiting it to six years and ten tracks seems more like a 'highlights' than an 'Anthology', but title aside this is the best of all the many goes the Stones had at trying to condense their difficult 1970s onto a single disc record. Impressively the band digs deeper than just the usual hits and offers at least a song apiece from every album from 'Sticky Fingers' through to 'Love You Live'. Curiously the album best represented is not 'Fingers' or 'Exile' but 'Goat's Head Soup' with three selections, but given what an unsung classic that album is in the Stones pantheon of classics I'll let that pass (though not before wondering why these three songs were chosen over 'Winter' '100 Years Ago' or 'Can You Hear The Music?') By and large the better songs are chosen and it's a relief to hear a 70s Stones set without having to sit through 'Brown Sugar' or 'It's Only Rock 'n' Roll' all over again. Unfortunately, though, the packaging leaves a lot to be desired (a questionable collage of Stones flyers and ticket stubs) and being a British-only release, never issued on CD, it's the hardest of the 70s compilations to track down as well as the best. Typical!

"Mick Taylor"

(CBS, '1979')

Leather Jacket/Alabama/Slow Blues/Baby I Want You/Broken Hands//Giddy Up/ SW5/Spanish/A Minor

"Where is the life that has actually been lost to the living?"

Even in his earliest interviews, Taylor wasn't talking about the Rolling Stones being the be all and end all of his career the way that Ronnie Wood was. Taylor, the shyest and quietest of all the Stones in private as well as public (though Charlie came close) was unusually adamant on that point, that this was a phase in his career, not the end of it. The rest of the Stones didn't notice or comprehend the idea - being a Stones was for life wasn't it? - but it shouldn't perhaps have been as big a surprise as it became when Mick decided to leave just five years and five albums into his time with the band. Legend has it that it was a dispute over songwriting credits on the 'It's Only Rock 'n' Roll' album but even the band have admitted that was too simple: Taylor just felt that he'd run as far down the same path with them as he could and go and needed to go somewhere else now - after all he'd never promised to live his life as a Stone. The general consensus amongst the Stones camp still seems to be one of lingering betrayal - Keith is defensive and Mick's successor Ronnie Wood oddly aggressive about what a chance the guitarist gave up. But it wasn't easy being the only non-original in one of the leading and most hedonistic rock and roll bands of their day and Taylor had given his all for as long he felt able, joining the Stones as a vegan tee-totaller and ending it with a drink and drugs problem that would have felled anyone with a constitution weaker than Keith Richards. The split was as inevitable as any split in a band can be - what wasn't inevitable was what came next.

Taylor was too clever a guitarist to just walk out after burning his bridges. He saw out all his contracts with the Stones (though they still complained that he'd left at short noticed before making a new LP in 1975), playing some of his best live work during his final tour in 1973 (as captured on 'The Brussels Affair'). He had a 'new' band to go to, as a double-act with bassist Jack Bruce who was trying to put together a new 'Cream' (which, sadly, like all his other new 'Creams' fell apart before recording anything of note - except for a great live gig recorded for the Old Grey Whistle Test in 1975). He'd hung around the sessions for the first Ronnie Wood album, easing his replacement and friend into the band. And he'd also got a lucrative solo contract with CBS on the back of his work with the Stones. The future seemed secure - so it seems ridiculous  with hindsight that it took five years from leaving the Stones to make this record - and that there wouldn't be a follow-up to this record for eleven years (and then only if you can find it!)
In many ways 'Mick Taylor' shrugs off everything the guitarist had learnt with the Stones - it's much more in keeping with his pre-Stones work with John Mayall's Bluesbreakers. While even the Stones had been woken up by punk by 1979, 'Mick Taylor' is one of those middle aged rocker albums that goes 'la la la I'm not listening!', with nothing here that couldn't have been recorded back in the bluesy sixties. That's both a strength and a weakness: you got the feeling with 'Some Girls' that the Stones had never really bought into the new genre but embraced it's energy and spirit as a reminder of their own beginnings now that the band was almost 'new' again anyway with Ronnie in the band. 'Mick Taylor' is often slow and sluggish, repetitive and flat while Mick is far from being a natural lead vocalist without even Keith's off-key charisma. However, one thing he always is is sincere and there's a real emotional connection across this album the Stones hadn't managed in years. Far from being an exercise in guitar solos, as expected, this is an album of real songs and heartfelt songs that you sensed Taylor had to release somehow - the idea of having a career off the back of them was immaterial. 'Mick Taylor' isn't an album to excite the blood the way that 'Some Girls' does with none of the flashiness you might expect from a former Stones and you can see that the Stones' drift into prog-rock through 'Goat's Head Soup' and 'It's Only Rock and Roll' may have had more to do than we ever expected with the band's lead guitarist. However 'Mick Taylor' is a nice album that repays close attention with some under-rated songs by an under-rated writer whose vocal also grows on you the more you get to hear it. Mick deserved so much more of a career than this, though against all odds this album did chart - briefly - and should surely have sold enough copies for at least a sequel. Unlucky with timing, Taylor was simply ignored by a musical movement that shouted much larger than he did - not for the first or last time, sadly.

'Leather Jacket' is reportedly a song started during the 'Exile' sessions - the Stones may well have been a bit miffed they couldn't 'recycle' it for 'Emotional Rescue' the next year as it's a very Stonesy song. The song may well be about his old group too, with lines like 'Rock and roll circus - best I've ever seen' and a chorus that runs 'it's time to be moving on' (the lyrics perhaps polished off later when Mick was leaving the band). 'You move through the world as though it's a dance' is also a pretty good summary of the Stones' touring troupe. A nice energetic start.

'Alabama' is an urgent upbeat blues that's played solo for the first half and is clearly a hark back to the Bluesbreaker days. Mick's vocal works well here on another song that seems to be trying to make sense of the big career break: he's spent the last few years 'living in big hotels, praying for something else' - yes this life is smaller and poorer now but it's a lot more 'real'.

'Slow Blues' is much as the title suggests, but it beats most Stones blues courtesy of some sterling guitar work and a tempo just fast enough not to be sluggish.

At five minutes 'Baby I Want You' is the epic of the album and sounds not unlike the melody for 'Time Waits For No One'. Mick had just got married to first wife Rose in 1975 and this sounds like a rare love song for her before their marriage turned sour all too quickly.

'Broken Hands' is the one track that tries hard to go for the old Stones sound, with a stinging guitar riff not unlike 'Soul Survivor' played on the steel guitar and some fascinating lyrics accusing someone of playing mind games. Presumably it's the Stones 'always hiding behind your shades' while Mick's sheer joy at having escaped such a confining time to 'run free' is infectious. Mick seems to agree with his old paymasters on something though: 'Life's so hard, hit and run'.

'Giddy Up' is the album's weakest track, a gutbucket blues that features some lovely guitar work but not an awful lot more, for five long-seeming minutes. Still, period Stones album 'Emotional rescue' would have probably made it the lead single!

'S W 5' is a tribute song to a postal area - the Ear's Court Square area of London. Mick can't quite bring himself to write a love song so instead he writes about how happy he is in his new home with a loved one by his side and a baby on the way. Sweet, though not that memorable.

The song ends on a 12 minute prog rock suite 'Spanish/A Minor' , which is basically a set of guitar changes that haven't quite coalesced into a full song. Had Mick released this immediately on leaving the Stones it would have slotted in well with the likes of Cat Stevens' 'Foreigner Suite' and Jethro Tull's 'Thick As  A Brick' but in 1979 music fans must have scratched their heads and thought Mick had lost the plot.

The second side isn't up to the first, then, but even that it well played and professionally recorded without the muddy sound or questionable subject matters of many of the period band songs. Though the album sleeve pictures Mick literally backed into a corner - with only his guitar for protection - this is a record remarkably free of recriminations or nasty bickering, just a sense of disillusionment with the music business replaced with the joy of turning family man. It's not enough to launch a truly great career, but there's enough here on this first record to make you wish there'd been a second an awful lot quicker than there was. 

"Sucking In The Seventies"

(Rolling Stones Records, '1981')

Shattered/Everything Is Turning To Gold/Hot Stuff/Time Waits For No One/Fool To Cry//Mannish Boy/When The Whip Comes Down (Live)/If I Was A Dancer (Dance Part Two)/Crazy Mama/Beast Of Burden

"Laughter, joy and loneliness and sex and sex and sex!"

A popular but rather basic compilation, 'Sucking In The Seventies' tries to sum up the second half of a difficult decade where 'Made In The Shade' left off. The drawback of this design is that the band have only released four albums since then, one of them a live record, with 'Time Waits For No One' thrown in from 1974's 'It's Only Rock and Roll' for good measure. Thankfully the compilation improves on 'Made In The Shade' if only because the Stones have their comeback 'Some Girls' to draw from and the burst of adrenalin from the three songs picked for this album makes it a more interesting and balanced listen, while the introduction of rarities such as 'Mannish Boy'  from 'Love You Live' and the non album B-sides 'Everything Is Turning To Gold' and 'If I Was A Dancer' make this a more rounded and useful set to the collector. There's even an exclusive version of 'When The Whip Comes Down' recorded on tour in Detroit in 1978 (a show that surprisingly isn't out in the archives series yet - it's one of the band's best). However be warned: all the tracks bar two were also pruned for release here, losing fades or solos along the way for no other reason than to stuff more tracks onto the original vinyl before losing sound quality and you can find all of this stuff (barring that one live recording) on other compilations now, making this set rather superfluous to the modern age Stone man. Bizarrely, too, the band's only real hits of this period - 'Miss You' and 'Emotional Rescue' - are both missing, which makes the idea of this being as 'best of' slightly ridiculous.

(With Muddy Waters) "Live At The Checkerboard Lounge"

(Eagle Vision, Recorded November 1981, Released July 2012)

Introductions/You Don't Have To Go/Baby Please Don't Go/Hoochy Coochie Man/Long Distance Call/Mannish Boy/Got My Mojo Workin'/Next Time You See Me/One Eyed Women/Clouds In My Heart/Champagne and Reefers

"Well you know they sure done hug and kiss me, telling me 'Muddy - you're the best!' "
Great as this gig is, I'm amazed that the Stones have sanctioned both the CD and particularly the DVD release. Band hero Muddy Waters effectively uses the band as his back-up group - but not all at once; instead Mick and Keith/Ronnie sit at separate tables, called up to do different jobs and barely look at each other all night. Recorded in the middle of a lengthy 1981 tour (plugging 'Tattoo You') the band have clearly simply had enough of each other and backing another singer just muddies the waters, as it were. Actually even Muddy himself gets little to do despite his star billing, with club owner Buddy Guy doing at least as much work. It's a welcome chance to hear where the band's influences started, although strangely despite the much-discussed match up there's only song that the Stones had already recorded (and then only on a recent live LP: 'Mannish Boy'), with a slightly lost opportunity to play, say, 'I Just Wanna Make Love To You' or 'Rollin' Stone' itself, the track that gave the band their name. Though everyone's all smiles on stage, you can't help but think that a few cases of professional jealousy and aggravation are taking place backstage and that this live set is ultimately a lot more revealing about the 'true' state of the Stones in 1981 than we were ever supposed to have seen. Once a legendary bootleg, hailed as the meeting of minds between father and sons, is actually a pretty boring listen by the standards of both acts.

"Live At Hampton Coliseum"

(Promotone, Recorded December 1981, Released January 2012)

Under My Thumb/When The Whip Comes Down/Let's Spend The Night Together/Shattered/Neighbours/Black Limousine/Just My Imagination (Runnin' Away With Me)/20 Flight Rock/Going-To-A-Go-Go/Let Me Go/Time Is On My Side/Beast Of Burden/Waiting On A Friend/Let It Bleed/You Can't Always Get What You Want/Band Introductions/Little T & A/Tumbling Dice/She's So Cold/Hang Fire/Miss You/Honky Tonk Women/Brown Sugar/Start Me Up/Jumpin' Jack Flash/(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction

"When her arms enfold me I hear her tender rhapsody"

A great set recorded on Keith's 38th birthday (you can hear Mick leading a reluctant crowd into a chorus of 'Happy Birthday To You!'), this is the complete version of the best of the handful of American concerts stuck together for the rather underwhelming 'Still Life' album in 1982. The only person who seemed to work hard on that album was the editor, who insisted on taking great chunks out of the songs the Stones were having fun stretching out, but hearing the full gig as part of the archives set reveals that the Stones were on better and more imaginative form as was heard on that album. Take the set highlight 'Just My Imagination' pared back to the basics on a three minute edit on 'Still Life', which soars here in all its unhinged unedited ten minute glory with saxophone solos and false endings galore. A clever re-working of 'Under My Thumb' is perhaps the best Stones set opener of them all, with the guitar weaving playing the marimbas part and Mick sounding more paranoid than patronising. Though the 'Some Girls Texas '78' show still wins the archive award for consistency and energy, the 'Some Girls' songs still in the set are played with some panache here too with no sign of the listlessness of the band's later live recordings or indeed large chunks of 'Still Life'. The show is remembered chiefly for three reasons. Two of them are musical: the exclusive performances of 'Going To A Go Go' (great!) and 'Twenty Flight Rock' (awful!) The third is physical: the moment a fan leapt on stage aiming to leap on Mick until Keith stood in front of him, guitar as a battering ram, to protect his colleague - about the last moment of friendship between the two until the end of the decade. Understandably the performance of the song that followed was slightly nervy and is best seen as part of the tie-in DVD, which leaves the incident in uncut. Musically only a wobbly 'Waiting On A Friend' and a sarcastic 'Let It Bleed', unexpected encores both, let the side down a bit but otherwise this is a fine reminder of a Stones period that's worth revisiting more than you might suppose. 

"Still Life"

(Rolling Stones Records, June 1982)

Intro (Take The 'A' Train)/Under My Thumb/Let's Spend The Night Together/Shattered/Twenty Flight Rock/Going To A Go-Go//Let Me Go/Time Is On My Side/Just My Imagination (Running Away With Me)/Start Me Up/(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction/Outro: The Star Spangled Banner

"You tried giving me the velvet gloves,. you tried to give me the knockout punch, now let me go!"

Rolling Stones live album number four is much like album number three, another live album, this time a single, made up of all the hits that hadn't been used up on the last record along with some really big mistakes (this record's pointless 'played over the PA' opening is Duke Ellington's 'Take The A Train', suggesting Charlie was charge of picking the music this time, plus a finale this time with Hendrix's Star Spangled Banner as everyone shuffled out - probably Keith's choice - both of these tracks a complete waste of just a twelve track live album) and the occasional high ('Going To A Go Go' is a Miracles cover that works rather well in a live setting and was a surprise hit single when released as a trail for the album - this album probably came as a crushing disappointment when people didn't realise it was more of the same). The Stones are on auto-pilot throughout, all too audibly near the end of a tiring tour and Keith's vocals have gone from slightly weather-worn to battle-scarred. The extra burst that having Ronnie's enthusiasm had brought to 'Love You Live' has faded, with the band already firmly set in their ways and Mick only occasionally approaching his charismatic peak. Even the album cover is boring, with illustrator  Kazuhide Yamazaki given carte blanche to design whatever they wanted and what they wanted bizarrely, seems to be the ugly bland decoration from the set design on tour. More disposable than the fall-apart Stones T-shirts and badges being given out at gigs, this is perhaps the least interesting album of the Stones' entire run. Mick can yell 'rock and roll!' all he likes, but so little of this album comes even close to rocking; most of it can't even roll. The only things going for this album are the two 'exclusive' songs (though a 90 second 'Twenty Flight Rock' isn't exactly the stuff of which dreams are made either), the welcome return of 'Time Is On My Side' ironically shows up the ill effects of time on the Stones since the last time they played it back in the 1960s and two tracks taken from 'Some Girls' which work well live, though other releases in the archive series find both 'Shattered' and 'Just My Imagination' in far stronger health than this. The band were rightly ticked off for taking too many of the enjoyable rough edges of their sound away and yet the person who comes off worse on this set is the editor: the archive series released the full-length Hampton Coliseum concert from which this show was taken and against all odds it's pretty great, highlighted by a stunning ten minute version of 'Just My Imagination' that keeps running on and on. The fact that this album cut it down to the weakest three rather says it all. For once the title is more accurate than anyone supposed: this is the band caught still, filling in time between albums, a museum object captured for posterity rather than a living breathing rock gig. Thankfully better is to come in the live albums stakes.

"Bill Wyman"

(A & M, '1982')

Ride On Baby/A New Fashion/Nuclear Reactions/Visions/Jump Up/Come Back Suzanne/Rio De Janiero/Girls/Seventeen/Si Si (Je Suis En Rock Star)

"Turn the thing around and change the style of yesterday, mustn't try to do the same and get it all wrong"

It looks from the front cover like a high-concept work closely modelled on The Who's pin-balling 'Tommy'. It reads from the lyrics like a 10cc comedy record. It had a hit single whose top twenty chart position came close to matching the Stones' own 'Start Me Up' and actually outsold 'Waiting On A Friend' and 'Hang Fire'. It sounds like nothing you've ever heard in your life before (ET phoning home while playing a Fender Stratocast and dodging asteroids interrupting the phone signal is my best description). It is the third Bill Wyman album, one which takes eccentric to new levels. If 'Monkey Grip' was a spoof of the Stones and 'Stone Alone' the music business in general, then 'Bill Wyman' is the bassist's take on life in general. The record's strength is how engaged it is with the modern world, with its takes on cold wars, nuclear holocaust and new wave fashions - topics the Stones never even seemed to notice as a collective. Bill also seems to have understood how to make music in the changing sounds and textures of the 1980s rather better than his bandmates, with a more palatable 80s sound than either Mick or Keith's solo albums. He's also really doing all of this (or nearly all of it) himself, without hiding behind guest stars or female group choruses (which might be why this one is named after him - it's his one 'true' solo album) and it's clearly the way to go, suiting him much better than contrasting him against more traditional singers. 

Unfortunately the weaknesses are much the same: this album is so tongue-in-cheek that even when it's being serious (reading out a list of the ingredients of a nuclear bomb, for instance) it's hard to take seriously, while Bill's vocals are often as heavy-going as ever.
The album is best known for its hit single 'Si Si (Je Suis En Rock Star)', which believe it or not is still the best selling solo single any of the Stones have ever had. A witty, catchy parody of how daft rockstar posing is, more than a few fans have wondered if it's a dig at Mick, though really it's a 'You're So Vain' style track true of everyone with the arrogance to assume it's about them. However that's not the best moment on the album by any means: follow-up single 'A New Fashion' feels like more of the 'real' Bill with its mixture of retro and contemporary and call to arms about never repeating yourself (we know now, with the Rhythm Kings et al, that this side is very much the natural Wyman style, though Bill does a pretty good job at sounding young and trendy here too). Though there's a bit too much filler to make this album approach 'Stone Alone', it is another album that's stronger than many fans give it credit for and it's certainly a better response to a changing music scene than 'Undercover' or 'She's The Boss'. Just beware that this is one of those albums that sounds like nothing else you will ever hear again (it doesn't even sound like the first two albums!) rather than a hidden Stonesy classic.

'Ride On Baby' gets the album off to a slow start, sadly, a lumpy Stones-style rocker that sounds out of place in the new setting that makes it sound like a blender and a microwave having a threesome with a record player containing a Chuck Berry record. It's basically one long guitar solo with the title sung over the top.

'A New Fashion' is a clever song that manages to be absolutely at the cutting edge of what musicians were offering back in 1982, while simultaneously poking fun at the idea that this will stay in fashion - that everything goes in cycles and Bill's lived through most of them. Bill's gift for blending the old with the new is put to good use in this song which balances both while poking fun at every style in between too. One of his best solo recordings.

'Nuclear Reactions' is the most daring song on the album, sounding not unlike Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark or Gary Numan. A list of ingredients and an impassionate robotic speech that's icy and detached works well with the very human theme about all the suffering and death a nuclear war would involve. The icicle synth notes and the uncomfortably slow pace ratchet up the tension nicely too on another clever track.

'Visions' tries hard to be a genuinely warm song, a slow and sweet ballad without the usual humour or sarcasm. Oddly enough Bill was, for once, between girlfriends so might not have had anyone particular in mind when writing a song that would have sounded pretty good in Mick's hands.

'Jump Up' is a noisy ska song that seems to parody Madness and that ilk of bands: everything in life involves 'jumping' - Bill's euphemism for sex - and a whole chorus of hoodlums have fun jumping in. It's similar to Stones song 'Neighbours', but not quite as good.

'Come Back Suzanne' is more full on fun with new wave synths and is unusually aggressive compared to Bill's usual laidback style. The lyrics parody every new wave song ever: Suzanne's a gold-digging heartbreaking know it all but Bill still loves her really. Blondie got far more respect for writing far worse songs than this, though it's not exactly a classic.

Rio De Janiero is a fun holiday travelogue with shades of reggae and traditional Hawaiian songs where Rio comes complete with an 'ooh ooh ooh' before it's name every time Bill sings. This is more in his trademark laid back style and probably a little too chillaxed if truth be told.

Bill's mastermind subject would surely be 'Girls' and he promises to talk all about them here until he gets a Roger Daltrey style stutter and never really gets going. The aim is surely that we're meant to feel sorry for a narrator who feels anxious around the other gender, but given Bill's history it seems clear that this is just a case of acting.

'Seventeen' is a lazy 1950s pastiche about Bill's sadness at his former beautiful child bride turning old. The backing mixture of pure 50s and pure 80s is a fascinating ideas and the mixture of synths and harmonicas works well, but the lyrics are a little, well, bonkers and skirt the line of sexism (not that this has ever stopped the Stones before).

Finally 'Si Si Je Suis En Rock Star' (Or 'yes yes I am a rock star!') was a hit for a reason: it has a stronger hook and a better understanding of how to use the new 1980s technology for robotic effect than almost everything else in the charts, along with a large dollop of Bill's self-deprecating humour. Unfortunately, though, it's more of a one-joke song than 'New Fashion' and quickly becomes tiresome, so clever in parodying current trends that it sounds every bit as unlistenable as most of them. The song deserved its success, though, and is perfect for Bill's raised-eyebrow delivery.

Overall, then, 'Bill Wyman' is another of those albums that leaves you asking 'Why, man?' and cheering the bassist on in equal measure. It isn't quite the clever career highlight some 'hip' reviewers thought it was, but neither is it an awful record whose success was unexplainable, which is how Mick and Keith seemed to think of it. The result is an album that only a Wyman fan could love, but as the success of the single showed, there's more of 'us' than many people realise...

"The Story Of The Stones"

(K-Tel, '1982')

(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction/It's All Over Now/Time Is On My Side/Play With Fire/Off The Hook/Little Red Rooster/Let It Bleed/Have You Seen Your Mother, Baby, Standing In The Shadows?// Paint It Black/The Last Time/We Love You/You Better Move On/Under My Thumb/C'mon/I Just Want To Make Love To You/Honky Tonk Women//Jumpin' Jack Flash/Route 66/I Wanna Be Your Man/Mother's Little Helper/You Can't Always Get What You Want/Carol/Let's Spend The Night Together//Get Off My Cloud/19th Nervous Breakdown/Not Fade Away/Walkin' The Dog/Heart Of Stone/Ruby Tuesday/Street Fighting Man

"Now she gets her kicks in Stepney, not in Knightsbridge anymore"

A generous thirty track compilation of the Stones' 1960s material, 'The Story Of The Stones' was one of those cheapo sets marketed on TV by K-Tel. While it might look tacky and has since been replaced by bigger and better compilations many times over, at the time it was a valuable way of getting lots of hard to find classics cheap and offered a far more varied selection than any previous set outside 'Hot Rocks'. The real downside to this set is the deeply scattered running order, which swaps from mid-60s classics to early 60s faltering songwriting to late 60s anthems on the first side of vinyl alone. This may well tell a story, but it paints most of it in flashback, jumping around and around like Jack Flash on a pogo-stick. The amount of semi-rare tracks like 'Come On' 'I Want To Be Loved' 'Walkin' The Dog' 'We Love You' and 'Have You Seen Your Mother, Baby?' make it more palatable than some though and more of a thorough biography than a cash-in paperback.
The Story Of The Stones (1982).................
"Live At Leeds"

(Promotone, Recorded July 1982, Released November 2012)

Under My Thumb/When The Whip Comes Down/Let's Spend The Night Together/Shattered/Neighbours/Black Limousine/Just My Imagination (Runnin' Away With Me)/20 Flight Rock/A Going To A-Go-Go/Let Me Go/Time Is On My Side/Beast Of Burden/You Can't Always Get What You Want/Band Introductions/Little T & A/Angie/Tumbling Dice/She's So Cold/Hang Fire/Miss You/Honky Tonk Women/Brown Sugar/Start Me Up/Jumpin' Jack Flash/(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction

"Well, I'm leaning the ropes and I'm learning the trade"

Rolling Stones archive release number eight is another from the band 1981-1982 tour that had already resulted in the highlights set 'Still Life' and the 'Hampton Coliseum' set. Releasing a third volume from a tour where very little changed from night to night (there are, for instance, only two songs different to the 'Hampton' set) seems excessive, but actually the 'Leeds' show might will be the most enjoyable. The band are in an energetic mood and still enjoying the last rush of energy from the 'Some Girls' years, while there's also an increasing fluidity and confidence that shows itself best in some gloriously extended versions of old classics. There's a nine minute 'Just My Imagination' that scores over even the Hampton set in its cocktail of ringing weaving guitars, hypnotic drum shuffle and Mick's heart breaking that makes a mockery of the three minute version chosen for the official LP. There's an eight minute 'Beast Of Burden' with an extended finale that features Bobby Keyes going hell for leather with a sax solo that keeps swapping with Mick's refusal to let the song go, pushing for one more reprise after another. An eleven minute 'You Can't Always Get What You Want' takes slow and moody to a whole new level. An eight Jack Flash does a lot of serious jumping. A ten minute encore 'Satisfaction' pounds impressively hard and fast after a full throttle two hour gig. Best of all, an eight minute 'Miss You' finally lives up to the promise of the record, opening up into a multi-layered song that keeps on giving and sporting the greatest ever Bobby Keyes sax solo, rather than just a boring plod through some disco beats. If in truth the shorter songs seem horribly rushed and given throwaway performances by a band waiting for the good stuff to get their teeth into (with the exception of the most golden and anguished 'Angie' yet, possibly the first time Mick's ever sung the song as if he means it), that's still quite a collection. Though not quite up to the famous Who set which the title seems to be alluding to or indeed the Stones' own memorable gig at the University in 1971 (heard on the deluxe 'Sticky Fingers' set), this is a lot better and a lot hungrier than any band in their 20th year has a right to sound, what should have been a template for all the gigs that followed. The Stones tend to be at their best when short and sweet, but this their most 'Grateful Dead' style jam-style album reveals that at their best the band can be so much more. Why wasn't this excellent set the first archive release or - better yet - released in place of the cheekily basic and compact 'Still Life'? 

"Rewind 1971-1984"

(Rolling Stones Records/EMI, July 1984)

Brown Sugar/Undercover Of The Night/Start Me Up/Tumbling Dice/It's Only Rock and Roll (But I Like It)/She's So Cold//Miss You/Beast Of Burden/Fool To Cry/Waiting On A Friend/Angie/Respectable

CD Bonus Track: Hang Fire

The US version substituted 'Hang Fire' Emotional Rescue' and 'Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker)' for 'She's So Cold' and 'Respectable'

"Always in a hurry but never stop to worry, don't you see the time flashing by?"

'Rewind' was the typical 1980s name given to compilations of music videos and that's exactly what this was meant to be: the 'soundtrack' to a period release of The Stones mouthing to their records, sometimes covered in foam while dressed up in sailor suits (you had to be there). You can't rewind vinyl of course, but you can re-hash old songs for the umpteempth time, which is what happens here on another compilation a mere three years and one album after 'Sucking In The Seventies'. This one 'wins' by virtue of the longer running time and the inclusion of 1980s highlights 'She's So Cold' 'Waiting On A Friend' and 'Undercover' itself, though that's a relative measure and this compilation has had no reason to tempt fans since the longer compilations like 'Jump Back' '40 Licks' and 'Grrrrrrr' came out. Released to mark the end of the Stones' days on EMI/Warner Brothers (depending on the side of the Atlantic you lied on), Rolling Stones Records will have found a new home on Virgin by the time of 'Dirty Work'. Oddly for such a low-key unpublicised work., effort was put into tailoring this compilation for both markets: the British EMI set gets 'She's So Cold' and 'Respectable', minor classic both, while the American Warner Brothers set got 'Emotional Rescue' and 'Heartbreaker', bigger but rather more generic and less interesting hits. Both territories got 'their' version released on CD. At least the album cover is worth a laugh: the Stones dressed up in tuxedos and pretending to be a jazz band! Shame the amount of images mean they're all so small though, especially on CD...
Mick Jagger "She's The Boss"

(Columbia, February 1985)

Lonely At The Top/1/2th A Loaf/Running Out Of Luck/Turning The Girl Loose/Hard Woman//.Just Another Night/Lucky In Love/Secrets/She's The Boss

"You see, passion has a funny way of burning down and running low"

I wonder if Mick would have pushed so hard to make his first solo album if he'd have known the aggro it was going to get him - with the fans in general and Keith in particular. Knowing him chances are the answer was yes; you get the feeling reading between the lines of the Stones' 1980s interviews that the Glimmer Twins had grown so far apart they were desperate to break away and were looking blame the first chance they got on the other. The 'problem' in Keith's eyes was two-fold: that Mick had taken up precious time and songs during sessions for the band's new album 'Dirty Work' away and that there was nothing un-Stones like on the record that couldn't have been done better by the Stones rather than a bunch of session men. On those terms Keith is right: 'She's The Boss' doesn't sound like the sort of album that couldn't have waited a few months or the sort of album that expanded Mick's artistic consciousness so greatly that it ultimately helped to a greater understanding of his role in the Stones (the usual guff given when people want to make Stones albums nowadays). Not that successful by Stones standards (#6 in the UK album chart, with single 'Just Another Night' peaking only at #32), it ultimately hurt Mick more than it helped him - not many fans stuck around for the second or third albums even though those really do represent a new Jagger (largely without the swagger) and everything you hope a solo album will provide. So why did he make this wretched album at all?
To be honest Mick probably just felt like working with a group of people who treated him with respect for once and weren't using every lyric he wrote or every interview he gave as a chance to laugh at him. Up until the end of the Mick Taylor years the balance of power in the Stones had been round about equal, shifting over slightly to Jagger's side when Keith goes through his darkest and heaviest drug period. By 1985, though, Richards is back to full strength and demanding to know what the hell's happened to his band after disco pop and novelty singles. Frustrated by a slight lack of direction, the rest of the band and Keith's new 'glimmer twin' Ronnie sided with Keith (as much as the Stones ever sided with anyone). But working on Keith's terms wasn't the sort of reward Mick deserved for keeping the band going during the dark stretches - it's the equivalent of Lennon  waking up midway through the 'White Album' sessions and declaring 'Sgt Peppers' and 'Magical Mystery Tour' 'rubbish'; many fans actually liked the shift and those that didn't disliked the albums more for the lack of Keith/Lennon than the amount of Mick/McCartney. Wanting to prove Keith wrong, that 'his' Stones was best and that, anyway, his new celebrity status had given him a stardom while the guitarist was only known to fans of the band and go back to making music fun again seem a fair reason for making this album to me. To be honest there's more reason for 'She's The Boss' to exist than Keith's even more Stones-like solo records, released despite his protests that solo albums hurt the brand.

It's a shame, though, that Mick was so caught up in the moment and intensity of that rivalry that he didn't settle back to think more about what he really wanted from this album. As time goes on he'll find out the way he should have made this one: a few Stonesy rockers to keep the fans happy, but with other tracks branching out into different territory he could never have explored with the Stones. 'She's The Boss' seems instead to have been stuck in 'Miss You' mode, with the same repetitive disco funk beat no match for Charlie Watts and the rock and roll missing the Stones guitars. Mick shines when the band behind him absolutely nail a song's emotion and allows him to go for it - when left to fill in half the story himself Mick always struggles (along with Keith's drug problem and the loss of Mick Taylor, the single biggest reason why the 1970s Stones never quite match the 60s Stones, song for song anyway). So what does he do here? He hires a drum machine and some very 80s synths that makes even 'Undercover' sound like a warm-hearted analogue creation and then wonders why his vocals don't convey the same sense of drama and character as before. 'She's The Boss' really had to stand out in an era when so many other fading 60s musicians and singers were doing the same, but there's very little here you can even get a hold of, with the whole album sinking into one similarly paced, similarly textured mess. Only the slightly bluesy feel on 'Running Out Of Luck', where Mick drops his strutting and pouting and plays the role of a loser shows the vocalist at his best, a lesson thank goodness he learnt nicely before the release of his next album 'Primitive Cool', which has more in common with this track than the rest of the album. There's also a case to be made that it's at the level of 'Dirty Work', though admittedly that's not a very high level (both albums would have been massively improved by greater contributions from Keith or Mick respectively). By and large, though, this is the weakest of Mick's four solo sets, too contemporary to stand out at the time and too mid-80s to stand up to repeated hearings for modern tastes. And why the off-putting title (in reality another of those borderline misogynistic Jagger rants) or the off-putting cover of Mick looking glum in his gym clothes, looking like he's just been sent back to the locker-room for forgetting his PE kit?

'Lonely At The Top' sets the tone: a noisy drum-heavy shouted song that sounds like a Stones track with the guitars taken out and leaving a big hole in the middle. Lyrically, though, it's one of the more interesting songs here with a lyric apparently written for an ambitious girl who wants it all which could be a 'Dirty Work' style coded reference to Keith. The song moves on, though, with Mick's character a wannabe actress nervous for an audition in an intimidating theatre and a clever middle eight that widens the song out to any role ('You could be a doctor, you could be a nurse - there's time to rehearse!') When the guitar does arrive too they're pretty fabulous with guest Jeff Beck providing a bonkers solo so different to anything any of the four Stones guitarists would ever have done.

'1/2 A Loaf' is, sadly, not a song about making bread but about Mick mocking a girlfriend for not using her brain and putting two and two together that he's having an affair. Typically, Mick reckons it's her fault - that if she cared about his staying he'd stay more and blames her for 'living half a dream' while boasting that he's 'indiscrete'. The best melody of the 'poppier' songs is alas still marred by some awful drumming and lyrics that don't quite work, a bit too unsympathetic even for Mick, the master of songs like these.
'Running Out Of Luck' is the clear highlight simply for being the one that steps the furthest out of Mick's comfort zone. A Dire Straits-style guitar part is nicely different to the Stones' usual style, while the chorus features a nice pull of tension between minor and major keys, hinting at the luckier world everyone else seems to be living in. Mick's character is more likeable than most, running out of luck, money and hope though it's hinted that it's the loneliness after a broken relationship that haunts him the most. The samples on Mick's voice are also used well and sparingly.

'Turn The Girl Loose' though is just a Stones groove the band would have done better. The song just doesn't really go anyway past the opening riff except into a faceless chorus and back out again and the lyrics are confusing - does Mick want a girl's freedom for good reasons or for bad, so he can claim her for his own?

'Hard Woman' is the typical Stones ballad and aches with the warmth of Mick's best emotional songs. Alas it's also very clichéd and the one Jagger song you could imagine being sung by Elton John, Rod Stewart et al with the same clonky piano chords and lighters-aloft simplicity. A shame because the song reads in retrospect like a major confessional from Mick, admitting that he's both attracted and repelled by wife Bianca and that if both are cheating then there's a problem (bit rich asking 'where's the mercy?' though). There's something about the delivery, though, which suggests Mick doesn't believe a word he's singing.

'Just Another Night' was the most 1980s pop song on the album and of course became the album's first single. Given that there's barely a song here, just a so-so riff and Mick putting on his desperate romantic voice, it seems odd both that this song is so well regarded by most Jagger fans and that it caused such controversy, with Patrick Alley claiming that Mick had ripped off his song of the same name recorded for a 1982 record which also featured this album's guest Sly Dunbar. Mick was found innocent in court and though there are some similarities this is such a generic song to be honest any of a thousand songwriters could have sued on similar lines. Only another Jeff Beck solo and some nice production effects lifts the song into the listenable bracket.

'Lucky In Love' might have been nice as a two minute funk groove to break up the rock and roll. Stretched out to six minutes it's ugly and tedious, Mick moaning about being heartbroken over the same repetitive boom-chikka riff. Oddly enough it's the synths that half-rescue this song, adding a pretty melodic part in stark contrast to the rhythm-heavy opening and the chorus is catchy in an 'inane grin' kind of a way.

'Secrets' is a little better, if only for possessing an actual tune rather than a riff. Mick is good at these slightly faster urgent songs and turns in by far his best vocal on the album, spouting off words at a million miles an hour in the middle of two weaving guitars like the 'old' days. It's just the lyrics that let this one down: Mick thinks his wife is cheating on him . What, again?  The end is weird too, Mick re-enacting the spanking punishment he wants to give his 'naughty' girl 'doing it for the money' to a crash of cymbals. Even 'Black and Blue' and 'Undercover' weren't quite this...bawdy.

Alas the title track 'She's The Boss' is not your ideal album closer. Mick starts off singing a girl's praises - she's stronger than he is, knows more about the world and he looks up to her. Somewhere around the end of the first verse, though, the track takes on a mocking tone, with Mick singing tongue in cheek and playing the victim as his girl gets more and more masculine and aggressive. Only historians get to say what happened in history and what it meant, not the people who were there; this song too sounds like Mick putting over the usual one-sided arguments.

Overall, then, 'She's The Boss' is a disappointment. Far too conventional, yet stuck in an ugly mid-80s digital box that even the Stones had never tried to fit in, it manages the double sin of being boringly obvious and of breaking all the links with the Stones that matter. People who'd wondered since 'Memo From Turner' back in 1970 what a solo Jagger album might sound like found an entirely different kind of singer: one who was by now very much a part of the establishment rather than on the outside of it looking on. As anonymous and faceless as any other mid-80s pop album, there's nothing here even close to his best work and fans brought up on Charlie Watts' work will feel quite ill from the drumming on this album. To his credit, though, Mick will learn his lesson and learn it fast, with his next two albums the equal of anything made in the 1980s and 1990s with his own band. It's a double tragedy, then, that burnt by this album and Keith's stinging criticisms ringing on their eyes so few fans saw fit to buy them.

"Willie and the Poor Boys"

(Ripple Records, '1985')

Baby Please Don't Go/Can't You Hear Me?/These Arms Of Mine/Revenue Man (White Lightning)/You Never Can Tell/Slippin' and Slidin'//Saturday Night/Let's Talk It Over/All Night Long/Chicken Shack Boogie/Sugar Bee/Poor Boy Boogie

"These arms of mine, if you hold them how grateful I would be"

There's long been a feeling that rock stars aren't the kindest of people and that the Stones with their image of destruction and anarchy aren't very nice at all, but neither seems to be true when you scratch below the surface. 'Willie and the Poor Boys' is a prototype 'Rhythm Kings' formed by Bill Wyman originally as a one-off super-group of friends jamming on songs in concert to raise money for The Small Faces' Ronnie Lane, at the time desperately ill with multiple sclerosis and so badly ripped off by two separate record companies that he was in desperate need of money (it's worth pointing out his previous benefactor in the late 1970s was The Who's Pete Townshend, despite their band's image too). The concert was so popular and such fun - certainly by contrast to the 'World War III' happening in Stonesland - that Bill decided to release an album, recorded quickly and spontaneously in the spirit of the live shows and the first of a handful of albums released on his own tiny record label. Other band members joining in with the distinctly 50s vibe included Charlie Watts, Ronnie's old Faces bandmate Kenney Jones, Jimmy Page, Chris Rea and Andy Fairweather-Low. Even though the material and occasionally the performances are pure pub-rock, it's certainly one of the better pub bands around with everyone keen to take turns to shine though this record is still very much Bill's baby with his face prominently on the cover. There are covers of everyone from Otis Redding (a great take on 'These Arms Of Mine' by Mickey Gee which could only have been better if Jagger had sung it) toa blistering take on Big Bill Broonzy's 'Baby Please Don't Go', performed against a big backdrop of horns and multiple guitar parts. The Stones world equivalent of The Traveling Wilburys, it's less essential or groundbreaking than the main canon and has only the vaguest of passing similarities with it, but twice as fun as most of it. Though a DVD was later released of the shows as well, it's a shame that the Poor Boys ended after this as they tended to be both lighter on their feet and slightly tighter than the Rhythm Kings to follow. Long overdue for a CD re-release, it's a remarkable moment of friendship and unity between mates in the rock world and while it might not have raised as much money as it deserved to it raised a lot of laughs and a lot of smiles and did a lot of good for the Stones' image. 

Charlie Watts Orchestra "Live At Fulham Town Hall"

(**, Recorded March 1986, Released 1989)

Stompin' At The Savoy/Lester Leaps In/Moon Glow/Robbin's Nest/Scrapple From The Apple/Flying Home

" Fulham: gateway to New Orleans"

Recorded the day before the release of 'Dirty Work' - the Stones' most argumentative and fractious album - this first released performance by the Charlie Watts Orchestra must have seemed like a breath of fresh air. Charlie's first love was always jazz, far more than rock and roll, and he'd always played it where he could on the side, starting in the late 1970s when he and 'Stu' formed their own spin off jazz band Rocket '88 (a group that, sadly, never made any recordings and ended when the pianist died). Charlie had also guested with many other similar bands formed by his friends Jack Bruce, Evan Parker or Courtney Pine (all of whom re-pay the compliment by guesting on this album). So integral had Charlie become to the world of jazz that it's a surprise he'd never formed his own band before the mid-1980s or that he'd never made a record. You get the feeling Charlie wasn't too fussed about this one being a record either as long as the concert was good, given that it stayed in the vaults for three years until the fuss over the latest Stones extravaganza had died away. It's release with a big blow-up cover of Charlie looking worried looks like a spoof of other jazz covers with smiling band leaders in fact, as if Charlie has realised how daft the thought of him leading a band really is, while the fact that the band are playing in down-to-home 'Fulham' rather than 'Las Vegas' or 'Los Angeles' or some other exotic location seems like part of the joke too.

Some rock and jazz albums can be very similar - the extended jam sessions that were 'Sticky Fingers' and 'Exile On Main Street', both also heavy on the Bobby Keyes saxophone, would make fine jazz cover albums one day. However 'Dirty Work' and 'Fulham' sound light years apart. There's a casualness about this album that's laidback even by modern jazz terms, with musicians who are giving and take it in turns to share the spotlight. By contrast 'Dirty Work' is a rather aggressive, mean-spirited album with Mick and Keith trying to one-up each other while the songs are repetitive and tight. You'd expect a 'feel' drummer like Charlie to thrive in the former and wilt in the latter, but what's odd about this set is how ordinary Watts performs after playing his heart on 'Dirty Work', which for him and probably him only is a great Stones album. Without the urgency or pressure, Watts sounds a little lifeless here, sitting back to watch the show rather than pushing the band on to greater heights all the time. He's not exactly the star of the show and not even the only drummer: there are three, with John Stevens and Bill Eyeden also playing at once. The set probably deserves to bigger credit to arranger/conductor Alan Cohen to be honest, but then Charlie is not the sort of person to ever push to put his name forward - chance are this is more his way of trying to get the rock community interested in jazz. If so, though, the plan hasn't really worked: there are far worse jazz albums out there, but also lots of better ones. This one feels slightly scrappy, the band too clearly feeling each other out (the logistics of getting all 33 members of this band together to rehearse must have been immense after all!) and only a few tracks really take off and gain a momentum of their own the way good jazz does: only the pretty xylophone-led strains of 'Moonglow', the set's biggest slowie with a Jack Bruce bass solo, really shines and Charlie doesn't even play on that one. Long out of print and never released on CD at the time of writing, it's like one of those Stones nights when the band haven't quite warmed up yet but are still tight and disciplined enough to get some good music out of a tough night. 
Mick Jagger "Primitive Cool"

(**, **1987)

Throwaway/Let's Work/Radio Control/Say You Will/Primitive Cool//Kow Two/Shoot Your Mouth/Peace For The Wicked/Party Doll

"I'm getting sick of competition - you better take me off this mission!"

Undeterred by the poor reception handed out to 'She's The Boss' and the ructions it's release had caused within the band, Jagger came up with a follow-up just two years later - speedy by 1980s Stones standards. This time around the record was more focussed, something Mick spent a lot of effort on rather than being distracted by Stones projects, perhaps fearing that with so much bad blood between him and Keith he might well be releasing solo albums full time from here on. Not that 'Primitive Cool' is entirely a solo project; perhaps finding an entire solo album daunting and realising that he'd only ever worked with a collaborator, Dave Stewart of the Eurythmics. It was just the lift that Mick needed - proof that he could work with another writer and come up with something worthwhile, although in the end the collaboration only amounted to three songs ('Lets' Work' 'Say You Will' and 'Kow Tow'). Unlike 'She's The Boss' (which was basically just a Rolling Stones album with less emphasis on the guitars) the cleverly titled 'Primitive Cool' offered up a sound that the Stones hadn't used for a while: contemporary pop. While Keith would have been happy sticking to the same kind of songs forever, Mick had always been more interested in what people were up to outside the group and indulges all his whims here. The result is a noisy and rather dated album, one heavy on the drums (one wonders what Charlie Watts thought of being 'replaced' by a drum machine) and keyboards and with that certain 'empty' sound only records recorded between 1985 and 1987 possess (you know the ones I mean: the one's with lots of shouting and percussion but not much actually going on under all the surface noise). However while 'Cool' often falls into the trap of trying too hard, it shows more life and energy than any of the past two Stones records, with Mick clearly relishing the chance to show off that he's still got 'it', even if most Stones fans had long ago got bored of that look-at-me aspect of the band's sound. The result cuts both ways: fans who side with Keith about sticking to the band's original unique sound will hate this record; those who side with Mick about trying to do something different will enjoy quite a bit of this album.

It has to be said, too, that Mick's lyrics are a cut above the average he'd been giving Stones fans since at least 'Some Girls' (bearing in mind that most of 'Tattoo You' dates from earlier). While the Stones got variations on blood list, sex lust and occasionally politics, Mick actually sounds as if he's singing from the heart at times here. Album highlights pop-rocker 'Say You Will', the sad ballad title track, the mysterious prog rock 'War Baby' and the Irish sea shanty (!) 'Party Doll' are all better than anything that graced 'Undercover' and 'Dirty Work' (aside perhaps from 'Undercover Of The Night' and 'One Hit To The Body' respectably). What's more all four songs are poignant - a word that hasn't been used about a Stones song in something near a decade - with Mick actually singing properly instead of simply barking out the lyrics as he does in his 'day job', actually emotional and full of sadness whether for himself or for the world. That's not to say 'Primitive Cool' is a perfect album. It isn't even the best Jagger solo album (that's possibly the next one, 'Wandering Spirit') and the other six tracks sound suspiciously like filler Keith would have turned down (perhaps he did?) The backing is rather faceless too: even in 1987 Jagger was a big enough name to have demanded the best, so why he sticks to such a faceless boring production style across every track is a mystery. The album never really makes good on its promise either: a bit more 'primitive' and a lot less 'cool' and trendy would have been a lot more preferable. Overall, though, this is a fine record made with a lot of effort and care which proved to the few still listening that Mick still had things to say which the Stones might not necessarily have done better. Unlike 'She's The Boss' this is an album worth breaking a band up for. Interestingly, too, it shares almost nothing in common with either next album (the far more eclectic 'Wandering Spirit') or Mick's next release, the Stones' 'comeback' album 'Steel Wheels', showing off a side of Mick he's never really showed us since.

There's a kind of half-theme that runs through the record about being left behind and abandoned. Opener 'Throwaway' pleads with a girl (Bianca?) to give the narrator another chance - that they've been too far and done too much to 'bust it up'. 'Let's Work' tries to urge everyone who feels hard done by to have another go - that all their hard work will pay off, the narrator's included. 'Radio Control' is a man on automatic pilot drifting through life not enjoying any of it. 'Say You Will' is the Stones' catalogue's equivalent of The Beatles' 'Don't Let Me Down', asking for a girl to say 'yes' so that the narrator isn't single any more (compare with the 'nasty' lyrics of 'Aftermath' and 'Between The Buttons' that treated women as objects and this is a major shift in writing). 'Kow Tow' is an angrier song about not being abandoned, the narrator vowing to become less passive-aggressive and more simply aggressive. 'Shoot Your Mouth' is about two-faced liars putting the narrator down one minute and pretending to be 'nice' the next. 'Party Doll' is about a girl left behind at a party, her fun suddenly turned to 'bitterness'. Finally, 'War Baby' is about an abandoned generation of children scarred for life by what the grown-ups around them do - clearly cut from the same cloth as 'Undercover'. Given the context and the fact that Keith had just spent half an album making Mick sing spiteful songs written about himself it seems overwhelmingly likely that in all but the last of these  Jagger has the loss of the band and most particular the growing divide between himself and his Glimmer Twin in mind here. Like most big break-ups in your life, Mick sounds ill prepared going through the stages of anger ('You dirty rat - you jumped the sinking ship' yells 'Shoot Your Mouth'), denial ('I can see through you like glass' 'Kow Two' warns) and sadness ('But now you say the party's over, you used to love to honky-tonk' sighs 'Party Doll', perhaps recalling 'Honky Tonk Women. 'But now those dancing days are over. You used to be my number one - but now those salad days are over'). Keith will reply in kind (and sometimes not so kind) on his first solo album 'Talk Is Cheap' the next year; however you have to say that Mick wins the argument, showing some affection and sadness about losing one of his oldest friends in between the shouting (Keith's album is more about the hurt than what he's lost). Read between the lines and 'Primitive Cool' turns into quite a different record, away from the heavy handed drumming and attempts to sound contemporary - a confessional that deserved a better fate than to peak at just ** in the charts. The public seemed to have made their 'choice' in the war between the two sides - but not for the first or last time seem to have chosen the wrong one.

'Throwaway' is as the title hints something of a 'throwaway', which is a shame because that's exactly what it shouldn't be. The narrator has worked too hard to let his latest romance fold, it's just a shame that a similar effort wasn't put into one of the weakest songs on the album, a reminder of why the Stones have up making out and out pop records circa 1965.

'Let's Work' is the worst song, however, a terribly patronising song that assumes like so many rich people do that poor people have a choice about their circumstances and could be rich too if only they'd worked a bit harder. The real world isn't like that (it's who you know, not what you know) and you have to have been given an opportunity first to be able to take it. This song is Mick (and co-writer Dave Stewart) at their worst, with a melody that sounds as if it's been lifted from an irritating ringtone. 'Let's Work' ironically enough needs more work!

'Radio Control' is rather disappointing too: shouty rock with Mick barking rather than singing once again. However it's intriguing to hear him playing the part of a man not in control of his life (for once) and this is arguably a more accurate portrayal of a life built on hardship than the last song, a lethargic lament that sounds as if its playing at half speed.

'Say You Will' is thankfully much better, a heartfelt ballad that manages to circumnavigate the cliches trap - no mean feat given that this is a song on that familiar subject of asking for a woman's hand in marriage. A sudden key change into the middle eight admits that it's a big ask: the narrator is confused, a country boy dreaming of the city who never knows whether to rest or stand still. There are lots of neat personal touches here to lift the song above the average, from the 'laughter I need to lean on to tie our lives together' to his urging her to 'cast your fears aside'. Like 'Laugh, I Nearly Died' from 'A Bigger Bang' to come, you get the sense that this is the 'real' Jagger behind all that posing - a sensitive soul who worries he's not good enough.

Title track 'Primitive Cool' is interesting too, imagining what seems to be the stone age but might well be Mick's own childhood in war-torn 1940s Britain. 'Did you walk tall in the 50s, daddy, was it all black and white?' is a touching chorus, Mick's children asking him if he wore dungarees and looked like James Dean. Mick slurs 'oh yeah' to every question he's posed, revealing that the 50s and 60s was both about 'crazy fashions' and 'living life with a passion', Mick sounding rightfully proud that he 'broke all the laws that were about to crumble' and knew Dr Martin Luther King. A nice bit of nostalgia for man and fans, this would have been a much loved song had the Stones released it. Perhaps making a point, this song comes with the most 80s backing of all the album - shrieking female singers, clucking synthesisers and heavy-handed drumming, no wonder Mick looks back on the 1950s and 60s with such fondness.

'Kow Tow' is clearly an answer to 'Had It With You', Keith's song about Mick even if Mick was singing it. Mick is in bitter mood, talking about 'friends who are snakes in the grass' and who have had their own way for too long. With a guitar riff taken straight from Pete Townshend' repertoire Mick screams 'I won't bow down, I won't kow tow, won't be lied to, I won't turn tail, won't be blinded by you!' It's the most emotional we've heard him for a while, telling us that he's leaving soon' and preparing for 'high noon' but only through a 'heavy heart' because we have such a 'long past'. *Sniff* A song like this makes it all the more remarkable that a new and much happier Stones album will be out in just two years.

'Shoot Off Your Mouth' is a slightly less focussed rocker on the same subject. Someone - almost certainly Keith - has 'given me up without a sound sound sound', kicking himself for having never read the 'signs signs signs' and upset that he 'didn't even get a goodbye kiss'. More an excuse for Mick to let off some steam than a properly thought out song, 'Mouth' still rocks nice and hard, the heavy drumming across this record actually working in this song's favour for once.

The swampier 'Peace For The Wicked' continues the ranting theme of the album's second side but is aimed more at greedy people in power. Mick often tries to find out what's going on and sometimes even gets the 'keys' to the truth - but whenever he tries the locks finds the 'door' has moved and he has to start again. A very CSNY style song, Mick roars out the chorus line 'itsssss ssssssoooooo sssaaaaad!' with such power that he overcomes any deficiencies in the song. This way of singing word 'ssssaaaaadddd' will come in handy when the band reunite in 1989 for the song 'ssssaaaaadddd ssssaaaddd ssssaaaaddd'.

'Party Doll' is the album highlight, an unexpected song with Irish folk overtones that suits Mick's voice rather well. The aggression of the past three songs is over, replaced by wistful sadness as Mick laments losing another good friend. 'You used to be my party doll - but now you say the party's over' he concludes. Addressing his spurning lover as 'my sweet', Mick admits that the passion between him has faded but that he still had a great time, drinking in one memorable line to 'the old dancing days, your crazy ways and the whisky haze'. Given that he must surely be addressing Keith here, it's a moving moment that suggests that underneath all the bluster and rows the Glimmer Twins still felt a great deal of affection for each other. It's just a shame that Keith wasn't quite so forgiving from his side of things.

The album ends on another strong track, 'War Baby'. Mick's take on the fact that he and his generation make up a special place in human history (born during the years of World War Two), Mick also turns this strong song into a moving anti-war piece about all the conflicts still raging when this album was released in 1987. Fears that all children born in the 1940s would grow up idolising war is wrong - Mick is clearly still a hippie believing in peace over all things, urging us all to 'walk together and keep our children safe'. An interesting backing of tin whistles and synthesisers make for the most progressive sounding song on the album too, a world away from the tired funk of 'Dirty Work'.

A much better record than anyone gave it credit for at the time, 'Primitive Cool' gets things badly wrong at the start but ends well. had it been the backbone of a new Stones record it might well have turned into the most interesting and forward-thinking record the band released since 'Goat's Head Soup' (assuming that Keith would have come up with a couple of gems to knock this record into shape too). But Keith isn't there and that's the whole point of the record really - Mick, figuring there's no way back for them both, very much tries to find a new sound across this record and reveal his hurt and confusion over how the greatest adventure of his life seemed to simply fall apart. We might never have had this album without 'world war three' (no wonder Mick felt like a ('war baby'!) - with this record easily the greatest thing to come out of the pair's falling out. Proof of both how Mick can mess up and be brilliant all at the same time, 'Primitive Cool' is a clever multi-layered album that proves how much further he could have taken the band all those years if only the others had 'let' him.  

Keith Richards "Talk Is Cheap"

(Virgin, October 1988)

Big Enough/Take It So Hard/Struggle/I Could Have Stood You Up/Make No Mistake/You Don't Move Me//How I Wish/Rockawhile/Whip It Up/Locked Away/It Means A Lot

"You made the wrong motion, drank the wrong potion, you lost the feeling - not so appealing!"

I can understand Keith's annoyance at Mick's solo album getting in the way of Stones album 'Dirty Work', but not his method of getting revenge. After ranting and raving in the press and in private about how solo albums were something only poor bands did who'd run out of things to say, Keith effectively put the Stones on hold to make his own record. Despite chuntering that Mick's album was all the worse because it was something the Stones could have done better, Keith's album is even more rigidly Stone-like, as if to 'prove' that Richards was the one behind the Stones signature sound anyway, even though it took a new co-writer In Steve Jordan to replace Mick totally. Oddly the music press, eager to take 'sides' in the ongoing Stones war, went doo-lally over this set which is the moment when the Stones began to be seen as 'Keith's band rather than 'Mick's. But in truth this album is vastly inferior to Jagger's second album 'Primitive Cool' and only a slight improvement on 'She's The Boss'. Fans had wondered what a Keith Richards solo album might sound like almost as often as they had a Mick Jagger one, but chances are they'd all come up with an album that sounded better than this derivative mess.

That said, where this album loses out in the songwriting stakes, it gains in terms of Keith pushing his voice forward. The late 1980s are the best Keith ever sounded, caught halfway between the nasal bloom of youth and the lived-in growl of later life. Freed of the need to play back up, Keith has never had so much room to perform and his voice comes on leaps and bounds across the making of this album as he learns more and more how to sing in a natural way without trying to sound like Jagger. 'Talk Is Cheap' is a lot prettier than it has any right to be, with a fuller band sound than 'Dirty Work' and appearances by Stones regulars Bobby Keyes and - surprisingly -  Mick Taylor offering just enough of a Stonesy sound (though Steve Jordan was no substitute for Charlie Watts). Keith's new band, The X-Pensive Winos, are also pretty good in a no-frills sort of a way. Had 'Steel Wheels' sounded more like this record, it might have been an even greater comeback the next year. However while this record might sound better than Mick's, in terms of songs it's far worse. Everything comes with the same old Chuck Berry riffs - even the songs that should never have been anywhere near a Chuck Berry riff - and the lyrics are basic pop fair, without Mick's flair or storytelling. The most interesting songs are, like the best ones on 'Dirty Work', the ones that address Keith's shock at how distant he now feels from his childhood friend. However the 'you lost it buddy and you're repeating yourself' lyrics of 'You Don't Move Me' would be more convincing if they weren't accompanied by the same old tired strains of cliched Stones riffs. Only the conciliatory 'How I Wish' stands out, easily the highlight of this batch of songs. The end result is a record that, like 'She's The Boss' doesn't really add anything to the Stones canon but doesn't necessarily take away from it, with the 'World War Three' fought over their records a big fat waste of time on both sides.

'Big Enough' is just 'Hot Stuff' with horns and a massive group of female backing singers, as club-heavy and noisily contemporary as the songs on 'She's The Boss' Keith had been mercilessly ripping into. Only not even that good, because Richards doesn't have the Jagger swagger. Keith cackles that his old partner has been 'hung out to dry' and that he's got 'a wall in your face and a gun in your back', but to be honest Keith sounds more lost than Mick ever did.

'Take It So Hard' sounds like the beginning of 'Mixed Emotions' just before the song got good. Unsure why a friend is moaning when he's got so lucky in life, Keith tells him to stop whinging - spending four whole minutes whinging about the fact his friend is whinging. But which is the whinger winner really?
'Struggle' is the other bit of 'Mixed Emotions' - the 'you're not the only one' part. The lyrics are slightly better here, moving on to debate how life is a struggle between the forces of good and the forces of evil. However sitting through the sub-par Chuck Berry riffing is a struggle indeed.

'I Could Have Stood You Up' would normally have been the track on the album where Stu would have been guest star, a honky tonk piano boogie that never quite takes off. Keith's vocal is a good one though, strong e3nough to stand up to the hordes of doo-wop singers behind him.

'Make No Mistake' is an early airing for Keith's deeper off-key voice and is quite effective as an early example of the Keith ballad that will become the Stones' traditional closer from this point on. However the song's not quite up to 'Slipping Away' or 'Thru and Thru' even though the lyrics about the rift between the Stones are very telling in places. Keith worries about what might happen if the pair bump into each other accidentally ('Do we pretend we've never met?') and that 'a simple conversation now and then' has led to a 'touchy situation' he considers 'just a dream'.

'You Don't Move Me' adds a touch of Ska to the Chuck Berry riffs and a more accusatory slant to Keith and Steve Jordan's words. Telling Jagger off for distancing himself from his band and then wondering 'why he's got no friends', Keith sticks the boot in for another painful three minutes that might have been better written as a letter than a song.

'How I Wish' is the one joyous moment on the album and Keith ups his game with a delightfully catchy song about wishing a distanced one was back in his life. Keith clearly means Mick but he could just as well be singing about Brian, wishing 'I could touch you with my hand - though I know damn well I can't'.

'Rockawhile' is more interesting than most songs on here too, with an unusual variation on his usual riff that sounds not unlike the title track of Mick's 'Primitive Cool' with a similar primitive percussive  sound. Musically it's the most inventive thing here, though lyrically it's the worst: 'Baby, stay, yeah, honey I don't need to lie, you can believe it or leave it...'

'Whip It Up' is easily the best of the 'normal' variants on that riff, with Jordan's drumming right on the money for once. In a parallel universe this is the Stones' biggest hit since 'Start Me Up' with a similar way of doing something new and well with the same old ingredients.

'Locked Away' is another bright and breezy Keith ballad that has a lovely tune but some ugly fiddle playing and rather ordinary words. An unexpected throwback to the days of Keith as an outlaw figure, he finds himself wondering if it's him or a loved one who deserves to be 'locked away' because they can't stay in the same room together.
The second half of the album has been much better than the first, but sadly finale 'It Means A Lot' is a return to empty riffing and doesn't even feature a vocal for the first thirty or so seconds. It's a noisy stomp of a song about picking up on a lover's secret signals and whose best lyric is 'a hug what does it mean, oh yeah, tell me' and goes downhill from there.

'Talk Is Cheap', then, feels like a discussion that we shouldn't have been having. Freed of each other temporarily, it's strange how much both Jagger and Richards stuck to their template sound at first without taking advantage of the chance to re-define who they are or who they could be. Keith, for one, seems intent on proving that he is the Stones and doesn't need to change his sound, but he's wrong - without Mick his songs largely lack sparkle, only half a Stones album no better than 'She's The Boss'. Thankfully Keith's second album 'Main Offender' will be as much of an improvement as Mick's second album was on his first, but this debut album remains a curiously lumpy and unlikeable record that falls into all the same traps Keith once blamed Mick for falling into. Worse even than 'Dirty Work', it's a surprise that Stones comeback 'Steel Wheels' the next year was as good, as focussed and inventive as it was.

Keith Richards "Live At The Hollywood Palladium December 15th 1988"

(Virgin, Recorded December 1988, Released December 1991)

Take It So Hard/How I Wish/I Could Have Stood You Up/Too Rude/Make No Mistake/Time Is On My Side/Big Enough/Whip It Up/Locked Away/Struggle/Happy/Connection/Rockawhile

"This is a stage I've been thrown off many many times!"

For someone who said that he couldn't see the point in a live career and Stones members should only make records as part of the band, Keith hasn't half released a lot of extras. This is a live recording from the days when the X-Pensive Winos was touring the 'Talk Is Cheap' album and it mainly features versions of the lesser songs from that lesser album performed in an even more ragged and scruffy way. Talk may have been cheaper, but hearing it this way makes the album seem even cheaper and it's a long way from the tightness (bordering on slick) nature of the 1980s Stones gigs. However Keith's on good and witty form, chatting to the crowd in a much more leisurely way than during Stones gigs and offering some fascinating titbits from his career. He refers to the last time he was at the Palladium, when he tried to get up to jam with Chuck Berry but found to his horror his idol didn't recognise him and got security to remove him and yelling the band on, sounding like he's having a great time as the band's lynchpin, doing Mick's role as well as his own. Keith also throws in a few rarities from the Stones catalogue towards the end of the set and it's interesting to see what he chooses, with 'Exile' rocker 'Happy' and forgotten Buttons classic 'Connection' given a modern makeover. Both tracks are easily the best things here, though both are deeply sloppy and unfocussed, sounding like hard work in contrast to the casual brilliance of the originals. A not that welcome extra, released in the desperate hope of building up momentum ahead of 'Main Offender', Keith would have been better off releasing a live album of that record instead. 

The concluding part of this trilogy will be with you next week! In the meantime here is our usual list of Stones related articles:

A Now Complete List Of Rolling Stones and Related Articles To Read At Alan’s Album Archives:

'No 2' (1965)

'Out Of Our Heads' (1965)

‘Aftermath’ (1966)

'Between The Buttons' (1967)

'Their Satanic Majesties Request' (1967)

'Beggar's Banquet' (1968)

‘Let It Bleed’ (1969)

'Sticky Fingers' (1971)

'Exile On Main Street'(1972)

'Goat's Head Soup' (1973)

'It's Only Rock 'n' Roll' (1974)

'Black and Blue' (1976)

'Some Girls' (1978)

'Emotional Rescue' (1980)

'Undercover' (1983)

'Dirty Work' (1986)

'Steel Wheels' (1989)

‘Voodoo Lounge’ (1994)

'Bridges To Babylon' (1998)

'A Bigger Bang' (2005)

Ronnie Wood and Bill Wyman's Rhythm Kings Solo

Rolling Stones: Unreleased Recordings

Surviving TV Clips and Music Videos

Non-Album Recordings Part One 1962-1969

Non-Album Recordings Part Two 1970-2014

Live/Solo/Compilations Part One 1963-1974 

Live/Solo/Compilations Part Two 1975-1988

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