The Rolling Stones
– Some Girls
The Rolling Stones didn’t just prove they could still run with the new kids—they made it clear they were still the ones setting the bar. Punk was breathing down their necks, disco was clawing at their relevance, and rather than sneer from a safe distance, they jumped right into the fray. What came out is a lean, scrappy, sometimes absurd record that feels less like a comeback and more like a punch-drunk celebration.
Best of…
Mick Jagger is practically unhinged here—in the best way. He sneers, he wails, he tries on every accent he can think of, like a man daring you to tell him he’s too old for this. Keith Richards, meanwhile, locks in with Ron Wood to create a guitar sound that’s part bar fight, part back-alley love song. Charlie Watts and Bill Wyman keep everything pinned down, like they’re the only ones who remember this is technically still a rock band.
Some Girls doesn’t smooth out its rough edges, and that’s the whole point. It’s a record about survival, lust, boredom, and bravado. It spits and struts through genres like a band that knows the only way to stay young is to stay reckless.
Choice Tracks
Miss You
The Stones flirt with disco and somehow come out tougher. The bass line slinks, the groove snaps, and Jagger turns desperation into something you can dance to.
Beast of Burden
Keith and Ronnie’s weaving guitars hit peak chemistry here. It’s loose, it’s aching, and it’s absolutely bulletproof.
Shattered
Jagger’s manic energy boils over in a frenzied, half-spoken rant about New York’s grime and glamour. It’s messy, funny, and impossible to ignore.
Respectable
A frantic, garage-rock stomp that sounds like it might fall apart at any second—which, of course, makes it perfect.
Far Away Eyes
Jagger’s faux-country drawl and the band’s lazy twang land somewhere between parody and weird sincerity. It’s ridiculous and completely lovable.