The Bad Penny (beta)

The Who is the greatest rock and roll band of all time that has consistently made itself hard to like. Or easy to hate, depending on your point of view. A band that should be easily considered one of the top three or five rock groups of all time are, as the years go on, struggling to stay in the top 25 because they continue to make bad decision after bad decision. All for the sake of snatching up another buck or two.

And we’re not even talking about Pete Townsend, Roger Daltrey, and for good measure Mick Jagger, Keith Richards and Paul McCartney – all of whom are older then Donald Trump – releasing new music. There’s no need to go there. It’s too easy a target. But of course we will: All the geriatric rock legends are guilty of continuing to poop out new music that should’ve remained a lump in their diapers but instead crawled its way, like some sentient glob animated by the special effects team of John Carpenter’s The Thing, onto our screens in the form of advertisements and ubiquitous purchase options.

It’s The Rolling Stones who are for some reason dead-set on claiming the throne of releasing awful music until the bitter end and perhaps using the unsold copies to insulate their mausoleum for heat. Their new album, Foreign Tongues, is due July 10 and should be the only non-American entity that the courts allow Trump to lock up in an undisclosed detention center.

But back to The Who and the pressing question that warranted this diatribe: What the fuck, man? Pete? Rog?