Ye Gads. What on Earth are they thinking?

Firstly, don’t get me wrong. I love the Rolling Stones. In fact I’m a huge fan, and by that I’m not just referring to my expanding waistline. I have all 12 studio albums from1966’s Aftermath to 1978’s Some Girls, and it’s with the latter where the problem lies.

If there was a ‘Hanging Judge Roy Bean’ of the music world he’d have passed sentence on the Stones at this particular juncture and ensured they never recorded or toured together again. Some Girls should, by all rights, have been their final album. A half-decent final crack of the whip before they retired gracefully and left those who’d been there with their memories; and the ones like me who hadn’t, with a stunning body of work to look back on and enjoy, unsullied by anything that’s come since.

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