If nothing else, Keith Moon's death seems to have delivered Pete Townshend of his obsession with the band he created--and with his own mortality. His new sex songs are stylish and passionate, the strongest he's written for the Who in a decade. Problem is, his pretty-boy mouthpiece sounds like he's forcing the passion. Which reminds me that sex always has to do with mortality--and that mortality catches up with pretty boys faster than with the rest of us. B+
>>130379902By this point Townshend was saving all his good songs for his solo albums and using The Who strictly as an ATM machine.
>>130379902I hate when a band puts some of their best cover art on their worst albums.
>>130380292retard move
>>130381327Bump
