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The New, Weird Britain:
Some Reflections on Colin Liddell’s “Sympathy for Their Satanic Majesties”

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I’m very happy to take WN’s suggestion and add a few words to Mr. Colin Liddell’s excellent article on the Rolling Stones’ classic Their Satanic Majesties Request — which I was glad to see since, for some reason, I seem to have not done Satanic Majesties justice in my own past ruminations, although on reflection, inspired by Mr. Liddell, it seems to have a large enough role. 

In particular, regarding Sgt. Pepper, I’ve mentioned before that this supposed epoch-making classic simply did not exist for us, in the Boy’s Own Whitopia of late ’60s Detroit. Satanic Majesties, however, did, most assuredly; it was in constant rotation on the turntable in Ricky Devereau’s shag-carpeted basement pot den. I suppose it was the Stones’ imprimatur that made it acceptable, for while we were certainly into drugs, we hardly considered ourselves hippies:


Commenter WN is correct to bring up the Animals as well, another band that I failed to mention before; they, along with the Stones and The Who (“The Rolling Who” as Saffie’s gran would say), loomed large in the playlists of the bare-chested, bathtub-shrunk blue jeaned barbarians of Detroit. For some reason they don’t seem to have played much of a role in my own personal playlist, but they were definitely seem as fellow working class mates.

For an excellent example of how Detroit musicians absorbed the influence of the Animals, consider this 12-minute jam from The Frost’s Grande Ballroom live set, which eventually morphs into “We Gotta Get Outta this Place.”

Mr. Liddell writes that SM is “. . . suffused through a veil of psychedelia and English whimsy with which the band were seldom associated.”

One caveat I would make is that the “whimsical” touches on SM were not unprecedented in the Stones’ discography; Between the Buttons, a kind of proto-psychedelic LP that preceded it, ends with the music hall stylings of “Something Happened to Me Yesterday,” which is kind of a vaudevillian take on, I suppose, dropping acid.

Most British bands seemed to fall back on music hall when dealing with psychedelia, which unfortunately doesn’t really travel well across the pond, and certainly not in Detroit. It seems to be, to speak typographically, the fey, poppy McCartney side rather than the working class aggression of Lennon (“Penny Lane” vs. “Strawberry Fields”).

One might also cite the previous single, “We Love You” (backed with “Dandelion”), which was also as un-successful in the US (even with the A/B sides flipped) as SM (and, in a hat tip to Sgt. Pepper, features Lennon/McCartney on backing vocals).

Dylan nervously deals with the challenge presented by Donovan.”

I’ve seen that referred to before as “Dylan deals ironically with annoying British copycat” so I guess it depends on one’s pre-assumptions. I’ve mentioned before that the music of “the old, weird America” as Dylan would say, as found on, say, Harry Smith’s Anthology of American Folk Music, is most notable for how little difference can be found between supposedly white (hillbilly) and black (blues) music. While Lefist Folkies cite this as evidence of “we’re all the same,” I would account for this by observing that both, of course, go back to Scottish/Irish roots (“Black Irish” indeed).

One of the few bands to recognize this and run with it was Led Zeppelin, who almost always mixed up Scottish folk songs with “stolen” blues riffs, with the sovereign indifference of true Aryan musical overlords; hence, their being arguably the “greatest” blues/heavy metal band. It’s telling that unlike cringing imitators like Clapton, Zeppelin marched into the offices of “black” label Atlantic,[1] dictated their own, unprecedented terms (no singles, no interviews), and proceeded to become their biggest selling act ever; while Cream and, briefly, the Who were relegated to their down-market Atco label.

What the Stones were experimenting with here, was a rejection of American simplicity and directness, as typified by the blues or R&B song, which was, in its own way, as much an expression of mid-twentieth-century American bourgeois efficiency and expansiveness as the pick-up truck, fast-food, pop art, and body count warfare in Vietnam.

The songs on Their Satanic Majesties Request strive to escape this narrow time-and-motion, cost-benefit world, and reach out further and deeper. The elements of deconstruction that seems like the results of studio disorganization are instead invocations of the primitive and celestial. In the context of the mid-twentieth century this is rebellion indeed.

In this way the familiar world of American musical genres are warped into weird echoes and odd sounds, giving them the flavor of decontextualized detritus, which are then washed away by the strains of a sitar or an African or Indian polyrhythm.

Now, this is a fine description of the musical significance of SM and the effects of it on the listener, but it brings up the interesting fact that there is someone conspicuous by his absence, here and throughout the essay: Brian Jones. Now, while the album is often dismissed as a failure due to “the results of studio disorganization,” the fact is that it was the last album on which Brian had any real influence, and he is the one responsible for the “invocations of the primitive and celestial” as well as “the strains of a sitar or an African or Indian polyrhythm.”

Brian Jones and Mick Jagger

Brian Jones and Mick Jagger

Paul Trynka, in the biography of Brian[2] I previously reviewed here, dislikes SM and gives it scant attention — “The sessions were a meandering, unfocused mess” — and even suggests that Mick’s grudging acknowledgement of Brian’s role was (perhaps) an attempt to foist the blame for the disaster on him. Yet he adds:

In this context, it was Brian who as much as anyone pulled the music together. In particular, along with session pianist Nicky Hopkins . . . Brian transformed the future single “We Love You” into a half-decent song. ‘The part Brian added on the Mellotron was absolutely brilliant’ . . . . Indeed, that summer Mick would comment that the upcoming album was largely electronic, and was based on Brian’s experiments.

Brian continued to be the most consistent and imaginative contributor to the album the band was attempting to complete, pulling together songs like “2000 Light Years from Home.”

And so, as Mr. Liddell concludes, after Brian pulled things together, the Stones

. . . soon pulled back to the plough and a musical furrow that would spiral inwards in ever decreasing circles.[3] This prepared the way for their next album Beggars Banquet, which is notable for the smell of rubber and the screech of brakes that its U-turn trajectory evokes. This was a rapid retreat back to their Americana roots, although it retained some of the irony and sophistication of Majesties, most particularly on the album’s stand out track “Sympathy for the Devil.”

We should see this retrenchment as the effect of Brian’s expulsion from the band, and the reassertion of the anti-Brian management style pioneered by Andrew Loog Oldham, held in abeyance while, as Mr. Liddell notes, the Stones struggled to produce an LP without him. As Trynka says:

Brian was finally free of Oldham, the man who’s turned his guitar down in the mix ever since “I Wanna Be Your Man,” . . . but in the interim, Keith had learned all Brian’s’ tricks. Brian had made meaningful contributions to Satanic Majesties, [but] with Mick and Keith back in control, that era was at an end.[4]

Mick and Keith could see that the path to fame and riches lay with a return to “American simplicity and directness, as typified by the blues or R&B song.” I’ve previously noted, in the review cited below, that Mick and, especially Keith essentially stole Brian’s talent and personality (“Keith had learned all Brian’s’ tricks”) to ensure their own, Faustian success, which now rather reminds me of the exchange I recently quoted[5] from Sergio Leone’s Once Upon a Time in America:

“I took away your whole life from you. I’ve been living in your place. I took everything. I took your money. I took your girl.”

Speaking of music hall, or “vaudeville” as the Yanks say, perhaps the epitaph for the America-friendly Stones should be the same as Leone’s ironic valedictory tune: “God Bless America.”


1. See Elizabeth Whitcombe’s “The Mysterious German Professor” on Theodor Adorno’s role in setting up Atlantic to promote “socially destructive behavior.”

2. Paul Trynka, Brian Jones: The Making of the Rolling Stones (New York: Viking, 2014)

3. Trynka: “What Brian could do was simple but all-important: [not write like Mick and Keith but] “make Keith and Mick’s song sound better,” as in ‘The Last Time’– “the spiraling insistent guitar melody that made sense of the song . . . .” I have, of course, frequently mentioned the musical/metaphysical significance of the spiral, versus the circle; I would rather say that Brian’s path was a spiral up and out of the blues, rock, fame, and life, while Mick and Keith plow the never-ending circles of the same field.

6. Liddell calls “Sympathy” the “stand out track” and Trynka notes that in Goddard’s film of the sessions, you can see Mick painfully teaching the riff to Brian, their roles now completely reversed.

5. “Essential Films . . . & Others, here. Today I found a fashion mag on the subway and while leafing through an article on Bjork, found this large pull-quote: “She creates a circle around her which is her universe, and before each circle closes, she jumps outside [like Danny in The Shining] to create a new circle.  So each album goes into a new direction regardless of the success of the previous one.”  As always, traditional wisdom today is found only in ephemera and junk.



  1. WN
    Posted February 27, 2015 at 11:33 am | Permalink

    I was only hoping for a comment on the original article but instead got a whole piece! What pissed off White guy with a love of 60s rock could ask for more?

    Great article. As indicated in my first comment, I don’t really speak Stones, so I feel unqualified to add much to those points, but I thoroughly enjoyed the piece.

    Yes, folk music in the US, including blues, is based firmly in European sources. Even the Tex-Mex sound coming from the pick-ups of illegals is nothing but a variation on German polka music (due to the historically large German populations of Texas and, I believe, Mexico).

    I watched a few Youtube clips of the Animals yesterday. I noticed Burden’s slightly nervous, almost seething indifference to the audience. He seems aloof, as if he knows he is supposed to be playing a particular role but he just cannot do it. Even the rest of the band is dutifully mugging for the camera but Burden simply will not. And now he lives in the desert, hiding out somewhere near Joshua Tree. Not LA, not NYC, not London, but the middle of nowhere (one of my favorite places on earth, but still pretty far removed from what most people would be willing to handle on a daily basis–including myself). I respect that and it fits with my general theory of his badassery.

    I saw an interview once with Lemmy from Motorhead saying that the Beatles were the real working class boys and that the Stones were a pack of urban rich kids play-acting or something like that. That is how I have always felt too. But I will put in some listening time this weekend. I would not be here if I were not open to new ideas, right?

    Thanks James and Greg!

  2. Colin Liddell
    Posted February 28, 2015 at 4:12 am | Permalink

    Thanks, James. I enjoyed that. Nicely complements my piece.

  3. Ezra Pound's Ghost
    Posted March 1, 2015 at 11:11 am | Permalink

    Let’s not get carried away. Remember that this “culture” (“sex, drugs, rock ‘n roll”) was created to destroy us, after all.

    • WN
      Posted March 2, 2015 at 10:45 am | Permalink

      No one here is unaware of the larger picture. But we all exist on this planet right now, we all grew up with a certain shared culture, certain common referents. Denying that reality, denying oneself the ability to find some joy, some small ekement of value in this big mess, a few moments of pleasure, can be counter-productive and risks creating out of touch, isolated, bitter, and unproductive souls whose lives are spent in pure emotional misery. I admire anyone who can be a warrior every moment of the day and still want to be alive but I am not one of them. I look forward to moments of relief from this madness, spent in cyberspace or physical space, with people whose judgment and politics I trust.

    • James O'Meara
      Posted March 2, 2015 at 1:36 pm | Permalink

      True enough, but we play with the cards we are dealt. The Stones dynamic is interesting as I think it shows Brian Jones, like Scott Walker (see my essays thereon) enacting Aryan, even Faustian archetypes, vs. the just punching in for a paycheck attitude of Jagger/Richards and the predatory business practices of Oldham, Klein, etc. (cf on this also my essays on Halston and Peter Gatien). As the quote about Bjork shows, traditional themes can slip under the radar in pop/junk culture, while ignored or suppressed in Official Culture.

  4. philipski
    Posted December 26, 2020 at 10:06 am | Permalink

    It’s un-clear, generally, what musical bits in (many of) their songs were somewhat (more) creditable to Brian. Paint It Black, Under My Thumb, etc. Captain Beefheart (an L.A. “acquaintance”) thought he wrote, musically, the Big One (“Satisfaction”) and As for The Stones’s “Last Time“… that was a Staple Singers song (compare the lyrics!) where the only original & creditable as such band contribution was Brian’s guitar riff (and the Coda has Mick & Keith aping the Newbeats’ “Bread and Butter”). He stands as a telling example, a cautionary tale at least for English folks, of how certain well-bred youngsters in that cesspool are to Be Careful in doing their work with the, ahem, Lower Clahses… Some of them, like KR, will eat you alive!!

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