I listened to Sticky Fingers in its entirety for the first time in decades the other day (as I transferred my vinyl to cassette, then again later to CD, then again later to MP3, the "playlists" shrunk each time, justifying the narrow-mindedness of classic rock radio, but that's a different story).
Anyway, sure they were the self-proclaimed "world's greatest rock and roll band," but the Stones were so country. The music oozes south. It's not classic rock, hard rock, British rock, psychedelic era hard rock, or blues rock (OK, maybe it's actually all of those things). But more than anything, it's southern rock.
And how southern rock is it? It's so southern, I've decided the Stones weren't doing southern, they were southern (are, I guess). They are so southern the southern bands are trying to sound like them versus vice versa. They own the sound, and bands from The Allman Brothers to the Black Crowes to Collective Soul have been trying to copy them ever since.
Sorry, bro' but that's what it sounds like from up here in the Great White North.
Anyway, sure they were the self-proclaimed "world's greatest rock and roll band," but the Stones were so country. The music oozes south. It's not classic rock, hard rock, British rock, psychedelic era hard rock, or blues rock (OK, maybe it's actually all of those things). But more than anything, it's southern rock.
And how southern rock is it? It's so southern, I've decided the Stones weren't doing southern, they were southern (are, I guess). They are so southern the southern bands are trying to sound like them versus vice versa. They own the sound, and bands from The Allman Brothers to the Black Crowes to Collective Soul have been trying to copy them ever since.
Sorry, bro' but that's what it sounds like from up here in the Great White North.
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