For what it is worth, I love the Stone Roses. They speak out to an embryonic part of my brain. When I was 17 I used to think the Stone Roses were the sound of my teenage soul achieving some sort of actualized grace. That light drumming, that effortless pop way, the fact that your man can barely sing but he keeps it up because he is the mouthpiece for some sort of massive vibe coming out of the north of an artistically important country in pop.
My favourite Stone Roses songs switch all the time, but at the moment Sally Cinnamon is the cream of their crop. It is the sound of the band discovering themselves, tentatively trying out this sound that is entirely novel. It is amazing to listen to, a band truly discovering itself. I would happily argue till the cows come home about why people don't like the Stone Roses?
If you get it, and if you feel it, then this summer you are probably in for an extreme treat. Shane Meadows is filming the entire thing for a documentary. Magic.
The Stone Roses - Sally Cinnamon