Rolling Stones "Exile on Main St." [1972]

Anytime you let a full-blown junkie take the controls, you're bound to wind up in a ditch. That's just what happened when Keith Richards invited friends and bandmates to smack for breakfast at his crumbling shack in the south of France to record the unfathomably terrible double album "Exile on Main St." Weak, loose, informal and vomit-inducing, this album no doubt accurately represents Keith's physical state at the time. Unfortunately for everyone subjugated to listening to this infernal wreck -- with its faux-country and faux-gospel twangs and wails, brazenly ripped off blues covers and Keith's nodded-out backup vocals -- he solidly proves that just because a tragedy existed doesn't mean it should be documented. (There's even a song here called "Turd on the Run," a completely on-the-nose description of the entire enterprise.) This album is so bad, it launched Mick Jagger head-first into embracing disco as a valid musical form.