Every couple of years or so I'll break out Exile on Main St. again to see if I understand what the big whoop about it is yet.
Nope, not yet. I love the Rolling Stones, and there's some good stuff here (though frankly it's pretty much all downhill after "Rocks Off"), but give me Between the Buttons or 12 x 5 or Their Satanic Majesties Request or Aftermath over this bloated nonsense any day.
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