A reader gets really obscure:
Everybody knows the Rolling Stones’ album Exile on Main St. (If you don't know it, immediately stop reading, obtain the album and listen to it.) What you don't know is that Pussy Galore did a track-by-track cover of the album in ’86. Only 550 copies were released on cassette. It’s full of tape hiss and noise, sounds like it was recorded in a closet that had no acoustics, no one can play, everyone is off key when they sing and apparently they understood Mick’s mumbles about as well as I did since at various points; they just stop singing altogether. By any objective standard, it’s awful. (And NSFW)
And yet …
Stripped down to almost incoherence, every song reveals its primal heart. Listening to this, it’s obvious why Exile is likely the greatest rock & roll album ever recorded.