Some musicians just don't know when to stop. They start by revolutionising the music scene, then dominating it - then finally cluttering it up with tedious drivel. This is precisely what has happened to Mick Jagger.
With production and arrangements reminiscent more of B*Witched and a voice that sounds like that of a strangled terrier, Visions of Paradise lumpenly staggers down the path known as Corporate Rock (see also Paul McCartney) and expects us to buy it because of what can only be an Ironic cover portrait of Jagger - looking like an oil painting. Which, let's face it, he ain't.
The lyrics are all well and good, but when tacked on to such a piece of irrelevance as this, they scarcely matter. Avoid.
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