Pussy Galore

Hated by "punks" and critics alike upon its appearance in 1987, Right Now! is the brashest, sluttiest, Stonesiest record ever. It's like eating toilet paper -- but in the best way. Today people talk about the Blows Explosion and how their new record is going to "freak people out, man." Well, that's a load. This is the one that still freaks people out.

All these postdadaists want is to provide the forbidden visceral thrill of rock and roll at the moment they snatch it away as an impossible fake--to be the-thing and not-the-thing simultaneously. How much more could they ask of life? They have fair success, too, commanding an impressive palette of horrible noises and effectuating a pretty good beat for art-rock. But what you remember in the end is the snatch; you're left to mull over a concept that will thrill only those whose lived experience verifies it. Me, I don't find Route 66 has run out of kicks quite yet. (Grade - B)