Faces

This 1973 album from these half-drunk rock 'n' roll saints is one of the greats. Ron Wood's unspeakably filthy guitars, the way keys player Ian McLagan and drummer Kenny Jones stumble into "Cindy Incidentally," and Rod Stewart's singing are gifts to anyone with a stereo and nothing better to do than drink their face off.

Hey, not all that bad if you consider that most consumers will fork over for a Faces album
with rather low preliminary expectations: Two or at most three tracks will usually soak up
the energy and style of the tunes that grace the records of Rodney himself, the sandy
catarrh, a jaunty and rocking swing, the insouciant lip that he lays on his lovers and his
listeners. Everybody knows that the other seven cuts are not gonna amount to... More >

They do what they want to do very likably--this is as rowdy and friendly as rock and roll gets. But only on the title song and finale--written by the Rons (Wood and Lane) rather than the Rod--do they slap your back so's you'd still feel it five minutes later. (Grade - B)