Eight years in the making. Nearly nine minutes long. Piano, strings, heartbreak, Slash standing outside a tiny church absolutely murdering a Les Paul⦠and one of the greatest guitar solos ever committed to tape.
Some songs age.
Some songs become nostalgic.
And then thereās āNovember Rain.ā
Thirty-five years after Guns Nā Roses unleashed their ridiculously ambitious rock epic on Use Your Illusion I in 1991, it still feels absolutely massive.
Not āquite good for its age.ā
Not āa classic if you grew up with it.ā
Massive.
The moment that piano begins, you know exactly whatās coming.
Axl Rose pouring his heart out. Strings swelling in the background. Slash waiting patiently to turn up and send the whole thing into another postcode.
Then comes that guitar.
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Ohhhhh yes, mun.
This isnāt merely a power ballad.
This is Guns Nā Roses building their own rock ānā roll cathedral.
And 35 years later, weāre still worshipping at the altar.
š¹ A Song Years in the Making
By the time Use Your Illusion I arrived in September 1991, āNovember Rainā had already been living inside Axl Roseās head for years.
The songās origins stretch back to the early days of Guns Nā Roses, with Rose developing the piano-based composition long before the band became one of the biggest rock acts on Earth.
Accounts of the songās history place Rose working on the idea as early as 1983, meaning the finished recording was the result of roughly eight years of tinkering, rewriting and refusing to let the bloody thing go.
And thank Lemmy he didnāt.
Early versions and demos show just how seriously Rose took the song. This wasnāt something knocked together during an afternoon in the studio because the album needed another track.
This was Axlās baby.
The final version eventually landed on Use Your Illusion I, released on 17 September 1991, alongside songs including āDonāt Cryā, āLive and Let Dieā, āDead Horseā and āComaā.
And it immediately demonstrated something important.
Guns Nā Roses werenāt interested in simply making Appetite for Destruction Part II.
They were going BIG.
š¹ From Sunset Strip Animals to Rock Royalty
Think about how dramatically Guns Nā Roses had evolved.
Appetite for Destruction was dangerous.
Dirty.
Sweaty.
Unpredictable.
It sounded like five blokes had been locked inside a room with several bottles of Jack Danielās, a collection of Marshall stacks and absolutely no responsible adult supervision.
Then along comes āNovember Rainā.
š» Strings.
š¹ Grand piano.
šø Multiple guitar solos.
š§ļø Emotional devastation.
The whole thing clocks in at 8 minutes and 57 seconds.
On paper, it sounds completely bonkers.
But somehow it works.
Actually, forget āworksā.
It soars.
āNovember Rainā showed just how ambitious Guns Nā Roses could become when the shackles came off.
You can hear shades of the grand theatrical rock of Queen, the piano-led songwriting of Elton John, and the epic scale of classic ā70s rock.
But it still sounds unmistakably like Guns Nā Roses.
Because eventuallyā¦
Slash arrives.
šø And Then Slash Plays THAT Solo
There are guitar solos.
There are great guitar solos.
There are legendary guitar solos.
And then thereās Slash on āNovember Rain.ā
The song actually contains several lead-guitar moments, each helping push the track towards its enormous finale.
But THAT solo?
You know the one.
The Les Paul.
The cigarette.
The hair.
The desert.
The little white church.
Slash walks outside like heās just remembered he left the oven on, straps on the guitar and proceeds to deliver one of rock musicās most recognisable lead passages.
No ridiculous million-note shredding competition.
No āLOOK HOW FAST I CAN PLAY!ā nonsense.
Itās melody.
Bends.
Sustain.
Space.
Feeling.
Every note feels like it belongs exactly where Slash puts it.
Thatās what makes the greatest guitar solos special.
You can sing them.
And millions of rock fans could probably hum the āNovember Rainā solo from memory despite never having touched a Les Paul in their lives.
Thatās songwriting through six strings.
Absolute filth, Slash. šøš„
š¤ The Solo Wasnāt About Showing Off
One of the reasons Slashās playing works so beautifully is because the guitar never feels disconnected from the song.
He isnāt trying to hijack āNovember Rainā.
Heās answering it.
Axl sings the heartbreak.
Slash makes the guitar feel it.
The first sections are restrained and melodic, but as the song develops, the guitar becomes increasingly aggressive until everything erupts during the enormous final movement.
And that endingā¦
GOOD LORD.
š„ Drums crashing.
š» Strings screaming.
šø Slash going full guitar god.
š¤ Axl wailing over everything.
It feels like somebody has thrown Guns Nā Roses, an orchestra and a thunderstorm into the same studio and told everyone:
āRight lads, finish the song whenever you fancy.ā
Nearly nine minutes laterā¦
Done.
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š¬ And Then There Was THAT Music Video
Of course, you cannot talk about āNovember Rainā without talking about its gloriously ridiculous music video.
Because Guns Nā Roses werenāt going to accompany one of the biggest songs of their career with five blokes standing inside a warehouse.
Oh no.
We needed CINEMA.
The video became one of the defining rock clips of the MTV era.
Thereās a wedding.
Thereās a massive reception.
Thereās Slash performing outside that tiny church.
Thereās Axl at the piano.
Thereās rain.
Thereās tragedy.
Thereās a funeral.
Thereās somebody diving through a wedding cake for reasons humanity may never fully understand.
Honestly, the bloke sees rain and thinks:
āBETTER DESTROY THE CAKE.ā
ššš§ļø
Peak early-ā90s rock video logic.
š Wait⦠What Actually Happened to the Bride?
And here begins one of rock musicās great mysteries.
The wedding appears happy.
Then suddenly weāre at a funeral.
What happened?!
Fans have debated the video for decades.
The clip forms part of the loose trilogy associated with āDonāt Cryā, āNovember Rainā and āEstrangedā, with imagery influenced by Del Jamesā short story Without You.
But the ambiguity arguably makes the video even more memorable.
You donāt get every answer.
You get emotion.
Love.
Loss.
Chaos.
And Slash standing in the desert playing guitar.
Which, frankly, should be compulsory in every romantic drama.
Imagine Titanic.
Jack is freezing in the Atlantic.
Rose is crying.
Camera pans across the oceanā¦
SLASH GUITAR SOLO.
Instant improvement.
š A Nine-Minute Song Became a Huge Hit
Hereās another thing that makes āNovember Rainā extraordinary.
It became a major mainstream single.
A nearly nine-minute rock ballad.
Try pitching that to modern commercial radio.
āRight, weāve got the new single.ā
āHow long?ā
āNearly nine minutes.ā
āOkay⦠radio edit?ā
āNo.ā
āCatchy three-minute chorus?ā
āNot really.ā
āWhat happens around seven-and-a-half minutes?ā
āSlash goes absolutely mental.ā
āā¦Fine. Release it.ā
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Released as a single in 1992, āNovember Rainā reached No. 3 on the Billboard Hot 100 and at the time became the longest song ever to reach the chartās Top 10. (Wikipedia)
That achievement tells you just how enormous Guns Nā Roses were.
This wasnāt some obscure album epic loved exclusively by hardcore fans.
The world embraced it.
š¹ Axl Rose Was Swinging for the Fences
Whatever anyone thinks about Axl Rose ā and letās face it, rock fans have been debating the bloke since approximately five minutes after Guns Nā Roses formed ā āNovember Rainā demonstrates his ambition as a songwriter.
He could have played it safe.
Guns Nā Roses already had the formula.
Big riffs.
Danger.
Swagger.
Slash.
Write another āWelcome to the Jungleā.
Write another āParadise Cityā.
Job done.
Instead, Rose chased something considerably bigger.
āNovember Rainā sounds like someone asking:
āWhat if Guns Nā Roses made their own āBohemian Rhapsodyā?ā
Not structurally.
Not musically.
But in terms of sheer ambition.
A song where conventional radio rules simply donāt matter.
Where the arrangement goes wherever the emotion demands.
Where being excessive isnāt a flaw.
Being excessive is the entire bloody point.
š§ļø Why āNovember Rainā Still Works 35 Years Later
Hereās the important bit.
Strip away the enormous music video.
Strip away the MTV nostalgia.
Strip away Slash standing outside the church.
Strip away the mythology surrounding Guns Nā Roses.
Thereās still a fantastic song underneath it all.
The piano melody remains beautiful.
The orchestration gives the track scale without completely overwhelming the band.
Axl delivers one of his most vulnerable performances.
Slashās guitar parts are instantly recognisable.
And the song understands something surprisingly simple:
It builds.
Slowly.
Patiently.
It doesnāt give everything away in the opening 30 seconds.
The first guitar solo feels earned.
Then another peak arrives.
Then you think the song might be finished.
NOPE.
Here comes the apocalypse.
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That final section transforms the track from power ballad into something altogether more dramatic.
Itās theatrical.
Itās excessive.
Itās emotional.
Itās completely unapologetic.
Basicallyā¦
itās rock music.
šø Slashās Guitar Work Remains Untouchable
Thereās a reason discussions about the greatest rock guitar solos eventually wander towards āNovember Rainā.
Technique matters.
But technique alone doesnāt create iconic solos.
Memorability does.
David Gilmour understood it.
Brian May understands it.
Jimmy Page understood it.
And Slash absolutely understood it.
Sometimes one perfectly bent note says more than 400 notes fired out like someone dropping a cutlery drawer down the stairs.
Slashās āNovember Rainā playing breathes.
You can hear the personality behind it.
Within seconds you know exactly who is playing.
Thatās something you simply cannot teach.
šÆļø āNothing Lasts Foreverā¦ā
And perhaps thatās why the song continues connecting with people.
Underneath the orchestra, massive guitar solos and multi-million-dollar rock-star spectacle sits something painfully human.
Relationships change.
People change.
Love can be complicated.
Nothing lasts forever.
Sometimes you desperately want something to work even while knowing it might not.
That feeling doesnāt belong to 1991.
It belongs to everyone.
Which means new generations continue discovering āNovember Rainā without needing the nostalgia attached to it.
Maybe they find it through their parents.
Maybe through classic-rock playlists.
Maybe through Guns Nā Roses live footage.
Maybe because somebody says:
āYou HAVE to watch this Slash solo.ā
Nine minutes laterā¦
Another convert.
Welcome aboard, butt. š¤
š 35 Years Later, Itās Still a Masterpiece
Plenty of massive songs came out of the early ā90s.
Some sound unmistakably tied to their era.
āNovember Rainā somehow escaped.
Yes, the music video is gloriously early-ā90s.
Yes, the production is enormous.
Yes, everything about it screams ROCK STAR EXCESS.
But musically?
It still hits.
8 minutes and 57 seconds of heartbreak, orchestration, piano, drama and some of the finest guitar playing Slash ever recorded. (Wikipedia)
Guns Nā Roses could have trimmed it.
They could have simplified it.
They could have made something safer.
Thank goodness they didnāt.
Because sometimes rock music shouldnāt be sensible.
Sometimes you need the orchestra.
Sometimes you need the grand piano.
Sometimes you need a ridiculously expensive video involving weddings, funerals and suicidal wedding-cake enthusiasts.
And sometimesā¦
you just need Slash standing outside a tiny church absolutely sending it.
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Thirty-five years on, āNovember Rainā isnāt merely surviving.
Itās still pouring down.
And we wouldnāt have it any other way.
š¤ THE RIFF REPORT VERDICT
Guns Nā Roses ā āNovember Rainā
šø Riff: Legendary
š¹ Piano: Goosebumps
š§ļø Drama: Absolutely unnecessary ā therefore absolutely perfect
š¬ Video: Peak MTV madness
šø Slash solo: Stick it in the rock ānā roll museum immediately
š„ Legacy: Untouchable
Rating: šøšøšøšøšø / 5
What about you, Riff Report crew?
Is āNovember Rainā Guns Nā Rosesā greatest song?
Does Slashās solo belong among the greatest guitar solos ever recorded?
Or are you backing āSweet Child Oā Mineā, āEstrangedā, āParadise Cityā or another GNāR monster?
Crank it up, argue nicely and let us know.
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