Release and Reception
Much like Aftermath, Between the Buttons saw some differences in its UK and US versions. The UK edition (in the form Oldham and the Stones intended it) was issued on 20 January 1967 (Mono, LK 4852;Stereo, SKL 4852) on Decca Records, concurrently with a separate single, "Let's Spend the Night Together" b/w "Ruby Tuesday". Because of common practice in the British record industry at the time, the single did not appear on the album. Generally well-received (although the critics took note of their influences), Between the Buttons reached #3 in the UK.
The album was reviewed critically by Jagger himself. When asked why he didn't like it, he responded, "I don't know, it just isn't any good. 'Back Street Girl' is about the only one I like." In an interview with New Music Express, he even called the rest of the album "more or less rubbish."
In August 2002 both editions of Between the Buttons were reissued in a new remastered CD and SACD digipak by ABKCO Records. All reissues of the album since 1968 have been in stereo; the album's mono mix has yet to see an official CD release. While most reissues have used the US track-listing to maximise profit by featuring the two hit singles, the UK version was re-issued by ABKCO in 2003 on 180 gram vinyl in the US.
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