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This arrives amid an end- of-year blitz of Jaggerabilia, which includes his production efforts on Enigma and a carefully unrevealing Channel 4 documentary. Goddess is a highly polished chunk of adult rock, split between breast-beating anthems and quieter, funkier pieces produced with a manicurist's fussiness. It would have sounded state-of-the art in about 1987, but look on the bright side: Jagger has wisely avoided the temptation to turn himself into the world's wrinkliest rapper, and hasn't done anything embarrassing like recording a duet with Britney Spears. At its best, it sounds like a slightly outdated U2 record (not least because of Bono's bawling contribution to the anthemic Joy), with Jagger letting that familiar larynx rip through beefy, power-chord fodder like Visions of Paradise or the floorboard-splitting crunch of Everybody Getting High. Gun has already provoked some tabloid titillation by allegedly laying into Jerry Hall, but really it could be about anything or anybody. Jagger doesn't waste too much time reliving his glory years: "I always hate nostalgia, living in the past " he sings on Too Far Gone - and the album's saving grace is its noisy exuberance. Could have been much worse. |
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