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The 100 Greatest Guitar Solos of All Time

Blues pioneers, hippie jammers, punk rockers, metal warriors, funkateers, and more

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All hail the guitar solo — one of the most indestructibly great art forms in all of modern music. There’s nothing quite like the thrill of a glorious six-string explosion — a long, twisted, never-ending saga that stretches from “Free Bird” to “Purple Rain,” from “Johnny B. Goode” to “Eruption.” Some classic solos come from virtuoso shredders; others are just a blast of awesomely sleazy licks. But they’ve all burned their way into our brains.

Rolling Stone’s list of the 100 greatest guitar solos of all time is a full-blast mix of different genres, generations, grooves. We travel all over history, with blues pioneers, hippie jammers, punk rockers, metal warriors, funkateers. We’ve got surfers, stoners, starship troopers, and steely knives. We’ve got legends like Jimmy Page, Jerry Garcia, and Jimi Hendrix, alongside seasoned slingers St. Vincent and John Mayer, and young rebels like Geese and MJ Lenderman. Some are solos that always make you hum in the car, or play air guitar using the nearest vacuum cleaner. A few you could even sing in the shower. (Hey, we don’t judge. Guitar worship is a sacred thing.) We didn’t include any jazz (Les Paul and Mary Ford’s “How High the Moon” is a pop tune by a guy with a jazz background), and a few entries are instrumentals.

The criterion isn’t sales or airplay — just the six-string brilliance on display. We also took into account that the solo makes the song, and that it doesn’t just repeat the melody line. (A bonus: if you can sing it note-for-note.)

As you can imagine, the arguments we had assembling this list got louder than the final minute of “Voodoo Chile.” Note: This is about solos, not riffs, which is why our Deep Purple classic is “Highway Star” instead of “Smoke on the Water.” Some of these stretch out for double-digit minutes, exploring the cosmos. Others just need a few seconds to make their impact. But a guitar trip can be a cry from the heart, full of rage, joy, hunger, pain, or maybe all at once.

Some of these 100 solos are influential cult classics; others are so universally beloved they’re banned at your local guitar shop. Every fan would compile a different list, and that’s the point. But it’s a salute to the guitar-solo tradition and all the rituals that go with it. So crank up the volume, and read this list loud.

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73

Dale Hawkins, ‘Susie-Q’

Fifteen-year-old Louisiana guitar prodigy James Burton came up with the riff while messing around with a slinky, swampy lick he’d developed by playing both the bass line and the lead melody simultaneously while snapping the strings of his Telecaster for a percussive thump. It caught the ear of his then-bandmate Dale Hawkins, who shaped the riff into a proper song with lyrics inspired by a local crush. When Hawkins released “Susie Q” in 1957, Burton’s name was nowhere to be found, and he unjustly never received songwriting credit or royalties. However, it’s his economical but hypnotic solo — a gumbo of country, blues, and rockabilly steeped in Louisiana’s cultural melting pot — that helped to make the song an early rock & roll classic, a blueprint for “swamp rock,” and Creedence Clearwater Revival’s first hit single when they covered it in 1968. —J.R.

72

The Knack, ‘My Sharona’

Never has a guitar solo — arguably even an entire song — been done so wrong by a single edit. The version of the Knack’s “My Sharona” that you’ve likely been hearing on the radio since 1979 boasts a criminally truncated version of Berton Averre’s solo — just 39 seconds, enough to shoot off a few fireworks, before the show awkwardly ends. The full version, however, rages for a minute-and-a-half. It’s a delirious display of power-pop pyrotechnics, full of fervent finger-tapping, bent-string belting, and licks that skitter between notes like a decibel meter flickering in the red. These are all classic guitar tricks, but as Averre shows, there’s nothing wrong with the classics. His delivery is dynamic, and his execution exceptional. Some might think a 90-second solo for a pop-rock hit is indulgent, but Averre earns every moment. —Jon Blistein

71

Yeah Yeah Yeahs, ‘Maps’

The song that propelled Yeah Yeah Yeahs from sweaty New York clubs to alt-rock radio is a gorgeous ballad that, according to lead singer Karen O, took 20 minutes to write. Guitarist Nick Zinner’s solo blows the spectral track wide open; deceptively simple in melodic structure, it’s remarkable for the way Zinner fully leans into it, his formidable tone adding an emotional wallop to the already pretty devastating proceedings. It also had wider ramifications in pop: Max Martin and Dr. Luke lifted Zinner’s solo nearly wholesale for the breakdown of Kelly Clarkson’s 2004 megahit “Since U Been Gone,” a rip so obvious it inspired blends of the two. “You know, I can’t say that the word lawsuit hasn’t crossed my mind, but at the same time … I don’t know,” Zinner told Gothamist in 2006. “The YYYs have definitely stolen stuff before … so I guess it’s karmic.” —M.J.

70

Nirvana, ‘Heart-Shaped Box’

“Heart-Shaped Box” is a direct representation of Kurt Cobain’s psyche, with imagery of meat-eating orchids and umbilical cords as nooses (the title was inspired by an actual heart-shaped box his wife, Courtney Love, had gifted him, while the line “Forever in debt to your priceless advice” derives from a letter Cobain had written her). The solo itself has a journey of its own: After noise-rock stalwart Steve Albini produced In Utero, R.E.M. producer Scott Litt was enlisted to remix “Heart-Shaped Box” and “All Apologies.” Litt’s commercial-friendly reworking removed the buzzy guitar effect on the solo, resulting in a cleaner, more concise pocket of fuzzed-out glory. But if you want a happy medium of the two, check out Nirvana’s early live renditions of it, like their January 1993 performance in Rio de Janeiro — blistering and blissful, all at once. —A.M.

69

Frank Zappa, ‘Watermelon in Easter Hay’

Frank Zappa had a strange relationship with guitar solos. When he hit his stride on fiery, impossible-to-replicate six-string showcases like “Black Napkins,” his guitar stuttered, yammered, and hiccupped over loping rhythms, and on songs like “Sleep Dirt,” it sounded like the instrument was melting into a bluesy puddle. “Watermelon in Easter Hay,” however, is Zappa at his most traditional: a weepy, humanistic meditation over New Age-y chord changes in 9/4 time. In the Joe’s Garage rock opera, it’s Joe’s last imaginary guitar solo before he gives up on the music industry, and you can feel that pain come through in Zappa’s playing. “It’s the best song on the album,” Zappa himself once contended, and it got better live. The lengthy version on the Halloween ’78 bootleg, on which Zappa trades solos with violinist L. Shankar, is simply jaw-dropping. —K.G.

68

Iron Maiden, ‘The Trooper’

Although Iron Maiden’s use of galloping rhythms is so pervasive as to be considered proprietary in heavy metal circles, it is uniquely effective in “The Trooper,” a track from the band’s fourth album, Piece of Mind. Guitarists Adrian Smith and Dave Murray spearhead the attack with their tightly harmonized riffs and trills. Smith takes the song’s first solo break, segueing from wide, bugle-like bends into a deadly succession of blues and minor arpeggio speed licks that he concludes with a triplet scale run. One can almost imagine him and his steed being obliterated by enemy shells and Murray bravely grabbing the standard to continue the fight. His weapons of choice: rapid-fire trills, a wailing tremolo-arm drop, and a few well-placed blues licks that use pre-bending to keep the listener guessing. —T.B.

67

Helium, ‘XXX’

Mary Timony grew up as a classically trained shredder, from the Satriani/Vai school — but she took all that technique to play in the D.C. hardcore scene. “People would assume I was a girlfriend of the band,” she said in 1995. “That might be why I use music in a revengeful way.” She’s made her eccentric noise with her indie bands Helium, Wild Flag, and Ex Hex, swerving between punk and prog. As Snail Mail’s Lindsey Jordan — one of her guitar students — said, “Everybody wants to be her.” “XXX” is a wild nightmare from Helium’s 1994 debut, Pirate Prude, with abrasively funny menace in the violent clang. “I was in this phase in my music where I wanted to unlearn everything,” Timony said in 2017. “I would play stuff with one finger, bend the strings, detune a lot.” For her, “XXX” was “me almost fighting with the guitar.” It’s a powerfully cathartic sound. —R.S.

66

King Sunny Ade, ‘Sunny Ti Die’

King Sunny Ade reigned in his native Nigeria as the master of juju music, before the rest of the world caught on. His 17-piece band the African Beats were legendary for marathon gigs lasting up to eight hours. But he blew up worldwide in the Eighties, with his polyrhythmic Yoruba style, letting his guitar do the talking. No African musician had ever made such a global splash, influencing bands from Talking Heads to Phish, along with future Afrobeats stars like WizKid. “Juju music, way back in the early Twenties, was built up from the music played in shrines,” Ade told Rolling Stone in 1983. The King recorded “Sunny Ti De” repeatedly over the years, but the definitive 1974 version (reissued on The Best of the Classic Years) is the ultimate showcase for his hypnotic guitar twang, echoing over the talking drums. “I have my own vision,” Ade said. “Pushing love and peace.” —R.S.

65

Dick Dale and the Del-Tones, ‘Misirlou’

Dick Dale’s iconic surf-guitar instrumental “Misirlou” doesn’t contain a designated solo as much as it is one sustained, self-contained solo: a nonstop attack of blisteringly fast tremolo picking, exotic-sounding Middle Eastern scales, and heavy-duty reverb. The song, whose author remains unknown, was first recorded by Greek folk musicians in the 1920s and popularized through interpretations across Arab countries, before Dale’s souped-up surf-rock version brought it to Western ears in 1962, and Quentin Tarantino made it forever synonymous with cinematic retro cool as the soundtrack to the opening sequence of Pulp Fiction. Dale’s version is pure adrenaline from the get-go: a relentless hornet’s nest of rhythmic propulsion and raw amplification — no verse, no chorus, no words, just pure chaotic release courtesy of Dale’s customized gold Stratocaster, appropriately nicknamed “The Beast.” —J.R.

64

Radiohead, ‘Paranoid Android’

If you think a six-and-a-half minute single is long, keep in mind that the original version of “Paranoid Android” was roughly twice that length. “It originally had a Hammond organ solo that goes on forever,” guitarist Johnny Greenwood told us in 2017. “It’s hard to listen to without clutching the sofa for support.” The organ portion was eventually replaced with a shorter guitar solo, but thankfully it doesn’t diminish the OK Computer highlight’s prog-rock ambition. Greenwood still tears it up on a Fender Telecaster Plus, delivering a turbulent, unpredictable frenzy of notes that matches the song’s themes: disgust with consumerism, politics, and modern alienation at its finest. —A.M.

63

Boston, ‘More Than a Feeling’

“More Than a Feeling” is more than a Seventies rock anthem — it’s a cathedral. The band Boston were the brainchild of MIT-educated Polaroid engineer Tom Scholz, a gear head tinkering in his home-studio laboratory. But he turned his technocrat style into a majestic arena banger. It modulates from acoustic proto-R.E.M. beauty to that proto-Nirvana air-guitar riff, but it’s the solo that captures the song’s raw emotion. Scholz builds it into a sonic shrine of guitar worship, with a celestial sheen in the spirit of Pet Sounds. Brad Delp sings about hiding away in his music, dreaming of the Marianne who keeps walking away. Critic Greil Marcus summed it up perfectly: “an undeniable insistence on the grandeur of the pain and longing of even the most ordinary young men.” As Scholz told Rolling Stone’s Cameron Crowe, his model for the solo was the Tornados’ 1960s space-pop oddity “Telstar,” but “only two people noticed that.” —R.S.

62

Eric Johnson, ‘Cliffs of Dover’

Although it had been a staple of his live set for years — a live rendition of the instrumental was even included in a 1986 issue of Guitar Player magazine as a flexi-disc — it’s the version of “Cliffs of Dover” that appears on Eric Johnson’s 1990 platinum-selling Ah Via Musicom that earned him a Grammy and secured his place in the guitar-god firmament. The track, which Johnson told Guitar World magazine “came together in five minutes — I was just connecting the dots,” turns traditional song structure on its head by starting with what has come to be regarded as the song’s most notable lead section. Performed in free time before the band kicks into an up-tempo shuffle, the richly overdriven intro melds soaring bends, cascading sixteenth-note pentatonic patterns, and lightning-quick, violin-inspired pedal tones into 25 seconds so jam-packed with fresh sounds and techniques that scores of guitarists have built entire careers out of recycling its licks. —T.B.

61

Boris, ‘Naki Kyoku’

Wata has described Boris as “extreme healing music,” with cathartic beauty in the turmoil. Growing up in Hiroshima, she took piano lessons before turning to the guitar at 16, inspired by Pink Floyd’s Live at Pompeii. But she’s the avant-noise guitar master in the experimental Japanese metal trio Boris, with a prolific run of massively influential classics like Feedbacker and Pink, mixing up sludge metal with psychedelic rock, shoegaze, and drone doom. “Naki Kyoku” is her elegiac masterpiece, from the 2003 gem Akuma No Uta, a slow-burning, 12-minute requiem that translates as “Nothingness Song.” She begins with a gently mournful intro for the first couple of minutes, before exploding into her full-on brain-melting attack, with her 1986 black Les Paul roaring through her Matamp and Orange amps. As she says, “Take the feelings that have not yet become emotions, before they become emotions, and translate them into music.” —R.S.

60

Blue Öyster Cult, ‘(Don’t Fear) The Reaper’

The spooky opening riff to Blue Öyster Cult’s ode to Romeo and Juliet and death and love is legendary, still one of the most immediately recognizable moments on classic rock radio. Yet, it’s merely a prelude to the solo, played in one possessed take by the song’s writer and lead vocalist, Buck Dharma. “(Don’t Fear) The Reaper” builds tension for two and a half haunting minutes and then stops abruptly, followed by a solo at once precisely orchestrated, operatically explosive, and downright chilling — not just a moment of diabolical studio execution but high drama as well, perfectly embodying a sense of terror that up to then had only been suggested in the music. Heard under the right circumstances (a backyard tent sleepover listening to the radio in 1976, perhaps) it might make you think the reaper was coming for you too. —J.D.

59

The Pretenders, ‘Tattooed Love Boys’

Emerging from the flameout that was U.K. punk’s ascension, James Honeyman-Scott’s fretwork on the Pretenders’ 1980 debut album is a blistering, fragmented hopscotch of guitar-hero moves culminating in a stroboscopic montage of a solo. Cobbled together in the hallway just before recording, the ensuing high-wire dramatics — complete with sputtering bridge — burn all paths to the past while matching singer Chrissie Hynde snarl for snarl. Honeyman-Scott, who died of a drug overdose in 1982, took a punk attitude toward his guitar solos. “I hate soloing, really,” he said in 1981. “I like to do something that you’d end up whistling. Something short.” —S.H.

58

Deep Purple, ‘Highway Star’

Ritchie Blackmore’s lead break on “Highway Star” starts off as a slightly off-kilter jazz figure before building into a soulful lyrical phrase and then exploding into a fugue of triplets that sounds more like Bach than the blues. It gave the song a sense of melody in ways that frontman Ian Gillan couldn’t. The guitarist has always said that even though hard rock is essentially blues-derived music, he drew more inspiration from classical music than the blues, and the novelty of using full harmonic scales instead of only pentatonic scales set Deep Purple apart from their proto-metal peers in Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath, and it paved the way for guitarists like Randy Rhoads and Yngwie Malmsteen, who were also well studied in the classics. —K.G.

57

Brian Eno, ‘Baby’s on Fire’

Robert Fripp was feeling frustrated by the intra-band dynamics in King Crimson when Brian Eno invited him to play on his 1974 solo debut, Here Come the Warm Jets. You can hear that aggravation in the needling scream of a guitar solo he ripped for this song, delivering three minutes of pissed-off instrumental wizardry. “I’d just gotten off a plane from America,” Fripp later said. “I had the flu. I was exhausted. I was wretched, and yet the solo was burning. It doesn’t matter how you feel.” Fripp and Eno had begun collaborating two years earlier on the ambient landmark No Pussyfooting, using delayed tape loops to create the searing, spacious “Frippertronics” sound that Fripp went on to bring to albums by David Bowie, the Roches, and others. But this solo remains one of the most memorable high points of their work together. —Simon Vozick-Levinson

56

Link Wray, ‘Rumble’

From Link Wray’s first strummed chord, 1958’s “Rumble” sounds like a street fight just waiting to happen, and a dirty one at that. Which is why, according to lore, the distortion-heavy instrumental was banned from radio play. These days, it’s enshrined in both the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame and the Library of Congress, and it is regarded as the big bang of the power chord. According to Wray, the song actually was inspired by a brawl. “It was a little instrumental I did when I was doing record hops with a TV disc jockey in D.C.,” he said in a 1984 interview. “A fight broke out, and I started playing an instrumental to the fight. Everybody started saying, ‘Hey man, play that song again.’ But I didn’t know what I was doing, I was just making fun of the fight.” —Joseph Hudak

55

Dinosaur Jr., ‘Freak Scene’

Dinosaur Jr. dropped “Freak Scene” in 1988, before the terms “alternative” and “grunge” were associated with music. But it was a big step away from the band’s low-fi roots, toward the more accessible records they’d release in the 1990s. And the greatness of the band in any era is captured in the guitar solo, a wild fusion of Neil Young and Kevin Shields that pours off the fingers of J Mascis. Just about the only person unimpressed, at least at first, was Dinosaur Jr. bassist Lou Barlow, who left the band soon after the song hit. “My first impression was, ‘Wow, J’s aiming real low with this one,’” Barlow said in 2025. “I usually wasn’t critical of his songwriting, as I kind of worshipped his ability, but it was very simple compared to these instrumental epics that he was coming up with.” —A.G.

54

Freddie King, ‘Going Down’

While the other two Kings of blues guitar, Albert and B.B., came from the Mississippi Delta, Freddie King grew up hundreds of miles away in East Texas. But like the other two, he idolized his fellow Texan T-Bone Walker and devised his own massively influential bent-note sound. Freddie had a string of 1960s classics like “Hideaway” and “The Stumble,” worshipped by young English disciples like Eric Clapton, who always called King his original guitar god. But the Texas Cannonball hit new heights with “Going Down,” with pianist Leon Russell — his solo is the essence of pure blues swagger. It became Kenny Powers’ theme in Eastbound and Down. Even cooler, it was John Bonham’s favorite song, which says it all. “My father would always play Freddie King, ‘Going Down,’” Jason Bonham once recalled, “to the amount that it would be really annoying. If I’ve heard that song once, I’ve heard it a million times.” —R.S.

53

Mdou Moctar, ‘Afrique Victime’

Equally inspired by Eddie Van Halen as he is by the Tuareg guitarists of his native Niger, Mdou Moctar is one of the 21st century’s greatest guitarists — and his hypnotizing solo on the desert blues track “Afrique Victime” is a perfect example why. Across the song’s seven-minute run time, the tempo rises and rises as Moctar laments French colonialism’s eternal scar on Niger. By the time he breaks into his solo, it feels like you’re flying warp speed into the desert sun. He plays his solo as if he was vehemently typing away on a computer, sliding back and forth and drumming along the strings, warping the instrument’s tones to mimic a wailing siren. The solo on  “Afrique Victime”’ is frenetic yet liberating — it’s no wonder he’s often called the Hendrix of the Sahara. —J.P.

52

Fleetwood Mac, ‘Albatross’

Peter Green was the doomed guitar genius of Fleetwood Mac, long before the days of Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham. He exploded out of the London blues scene, with the smoldering ache of “Man of the World” and “Love That Burns.” His moody space-surf fantasia “Albatross” hit Number One in the U.K. — so great the Beatles copped it for Abbey Road, turning it into “Sun King.” Green had a unique tone — he accidentally put the pickup on his 1959 Les Paul Standard backward, but kept it because he loved the sound. (His guitar now belongs to superfan Kirk Hammett.) But at his peak, he had a tragic LSD-related breakdown and disappeared. By the time his old band rebounded with Rumours, he was sleeping on the streets. “The guitar used to speak for me, but I can’t let it do that for me anymore,” Green said in the doc Man of the World. “I can’t let it break my heart again.” —R.S.

51

The Byrds, ‘Eight Miles High’

“It was our attempt to play jazz,” Roger McGuinn said of “Eight Miles High.” In 1966, that was a radical idea, and inspired by John Coltrane’s saxophone spirituals and sitar great Ravi Shankar, the Byrds went straight into the stratosphere. The lyrics are about flying in a plane over London (or are they?), the vocal harmonies are beautifully eerie, and McGuinn’s electric 12-string solo is a perfect statement of mind-warped possibility, rivulets of notes flowing and clustering and breaking apart, designed to mimic the feel of Coltrane’s sax playing. “The continuous flow of air in a saxophone with the valves cutting it off is what I was doing with the sustain,” he said later, ”and making short, clicking kind of notes on the break.” —J.D.