Stones roll on from Babylon
It's been a generation or more since the headline: 'Would you let your daughter go with a Rolling Stone?' ran in the British music paper Melody Maker. Since then, the wild boys of music have become grandfathers with attitude. Theirs is 'granddad rock' to Paul Weller's 'dad rock', as the press called it.
Making their name with outlaw anthems of sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll, the Stones were punks before the word became trendy - and before they grew up to become, some said, caricatures of the worst of music's excesses.
Accused of losing the plot in the 1980s and early 90s, the Stones' son et lumiere spectaculars became bandwagons for corporate sponsors, and there were few suggestions that Bridges To Babylon , the Stones' latest cut, would be much of a departure from any of its recent predecessors.
But the proof of the digital pudding is in the listening. And, lauded as 'Stones' finest album in decades', the listening reveals a record built on new foundations.
'The last studio album [Voodoo Lounge ] was very much a solid . . . kind of band-working-in-the-studio record,' says Mick Jagger.
'We all sat in the studio more or less all the time, and it was an old-fashioned, straight-made record.