Of the Stones fans highly praised, the classic album Sticky Fingers. The 60s have except Brian Jones all survived in the band. The disc is filled with texts in drug lingo, and basically describes the lifestyle of 5 men. It's about hookers (Bitch), heroin (Brown Sugar) and the inevitable losses (Sister Morphine, Sway, Wild Horses), which brings such a life with him. Is not it nice that they fully exploit (for most of us) this way of life represent? The pieces bear witness to a (pleasant from the distance) creepiness, the Sex, Drugs & Rock'n'Roll produce. A dean dente & entertainment cynicism in a piece like "Dead Flowers" are maintained and celebrated: ... and I will not forget to lay dead flowers on your grave. No, it's not convertible anthem, but simply spiteful. The people who hang up this disc after you have parked the now affordable through solid work Harley in your garage can again revive the feeling of the hard rockers and the good old days ... or is it not so bad that you have to slave away on Monday morning, rather than seek out the nearest dealer, because the fabric is made of? Musically, the Stones are here at its peak, which Mick Taylor is especially indebted to. His guitar playing shapes the sound of the album, and his departure a few years later was a real loss. He, too, could not keep up this "life styles", and acted accordingly. The only Stone who went and so survived. But the disc is great, and it sounds good without coke to.