The album may be dead, but it's certainly not forgotten. TIME's critics have chosen the 100 greatest and most influential musical compilations since 1954.
Raucous, boozy, weary, violent and sex-obsessed, this double album sounds like the work of heathen outlaws, which of course it was. On the run from Fleet street mobs, narcotics officers and the Inland Revenue, the Stones holed up at Keith Richards’ chateau in the south of France and composed an epic blues that went beyond tribute and beyond blue. Producer Jimmy Miller valued atmosphere over precision in his recording techniques, so Mick Jagger competes with a wooly sax and a juke joint piano and still his vocals make “Sweet Virginia” feel purple, like a bruise that’s fun to touch. Through out, Jagger manages to sound intently focused and deeply stoned, while Charlie Watts minds the store with impeccable rhythm.
Pete Townsend wanted to follow Tommy with Lifehouse, another rock opera, but after two fruitless years and a near-suicidal breakdown, he gave up. Freed from thematic grandiosity, The Who took Lifehouse‘s rough material and made a hit-filled album that was plenty large. “Baba O’Reilly” (named for Townshend’s guru Meher Baba and minimalist composer Terry Riley) opens with a skittering synthesizer that flirts with melody until Townshend moves to the piano and bangs out the iconic notes of a completely different melody. “Behind Blue Eyes” has drumless stretches and an emotional, though not wussy, acoustic guitar lead. “Won’t Get Fooled Again” is so dense that it’s hard to believe it’s played by a three piece. In addition to providing enduring lyrics (“Meet the new boss/ Same as the old boss”; “It’s only teenage wasteland”) Who’s Next’s eight tracks provide the only natural curb on the expansion of the C.S.I. franchise.
Sue me, but I like Betty Draper/Francis as a character. The problem is that Mad Men doesn’t. Betty’s not the worst character on the show, but she’s probably the worst-served.