'The Stones at this point - post scruffy blues band and pre-psychedelic aristocracy - had a look and sound as lethal and streamlined as a Ferrari at full speed, with an engine (powered by Watts and Wyman) at least that efficient. Keith's guitar intro is worth the price of admission, and he keeps it up straight through to the end, where he, or Brian Jones (or somebody) comes up with the quirky, quavering riff on which Texas acid-punk hero Roky Erickson built a whole career.'
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