Review
Well, well, well, if it isn't the Stones trying to prove they're more than just a bunch of cover-song hacks. 'Aftermath' dropped in '66 like a rock 'n' roll bomb, packed with Jagger and Richards' own tunes for the first time. No more riding on the coattails of blues legends, boys - time to put your money where your pouty lips are.
Let's talk about the music, shall we? This ain't your grandma's rock album. Brian Jones went on a weird instrument shopping spree, tossing in sitars, dulcimers, and who-knows-what-else into the mix. It's like he raided a world music shop and decided to play everything he could get his hands on. The result? A psychedelic cocktail that'll make your ears do a double-take.
Now, about those lyrics. Holy misogyny, Batman! The Stones weren't exactly winning any feminist awards with tracks like 'Stupid Girl' and 'Under My Thumb'. It's like they took all their dating frustrations and turned them into a musical roast of the female gender. But hey, it was the '60s, and apparently, casual sexism was as trendy as bell-bottoms. Despite (or maybe because of) the controversy, 'Aftermath' shot up the charts faster than Keith's blood alcohol level at a backstage party. Critics loved it, fans ate it up, and the Stones cemented their status as rock's bad boys. Not too shabby for a bunch of British lads with attitude problems. - Ace
