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For two decades, The Rolling Stones got away with exploiting the tension between Mick Jagger’s restless desire for staying right on top of the trends and Keith Richards’ equally restless desire to find new nuances in the traditional. Then, in 1983, it all went to shit, when they released Undercover, an album that not only did I not like, I fucking hated.
As a matter of fact, I hated it so much, I didn’t even bother revisiting it for this project: the only one of their records I did that with. While 1983 Jim had a lot of musical opinions that 2021 Jim now scoffs at, I trust his judgement on this record: it’s a complete piece of shit. With one exception: the lead single “Undercover of the Night.”