Of course, The Who would probably perform it better considering Keith Moon's and John Entwistle's energetic, manic power. And then when Peter Townshend is immediately forgotten after the disastrous Iron Man theatrical production sometimes in the late-eighties, a Back to the Future thing happens and Townshend finds himself a homeless alcoholic on the streets of San Francisco circa year 2000. He meets The Fistners and he offers them the rights to the only song he never sold to a commercial. The Fistners like it, they pay him fifty dollars and a bottle of vodka. The Who recorded it, mimicking the drums, the bass, the stuttering.
Nobody gives a shit.
I walked past the Boomerang, which is still my favorite club as far as underdog band ambiance in San Francisco goes, and saw a flyer posted on the window for Enslavior. Some lousy local CD's have turned up this way, but the coincidence of the flyer and the CD was too much. You have to listen to these things. So I put it on when I got home, and a blustering, heavy-rock, metalish attack kicked it off. The intro to the first song had a metal meets prog-rock ambiance and at first it sounded promising.