A Rolling Stones album, circa 1980. Maybe the 85th Rolling Stones album - we've all lost count by now. It continued their descent into a cycle of painstakingly recording two or three good songs, padding the rest of the vinyl with painstakingly-recorded filler and outtakes, and then announcing the LP and (extremely) lucrative tour as if they were bringing us tablets from Mount Sinai. Made fit for public consumption by Bob Clearmountain and the presence of Keith Richards and Charlie Watts.