As a 16 year old kid, I remember hearing about The Who and realizing that a band with such universal acclaim should be owned. I hated them. I hated it just as much as I hated the two Fugazi albums somebody gave me and more than I hated all of my parents' albums, which included every last Elvis album.
The moral of the story is that I can definitively declare that experience, in the absence of talent, lends one an ear for nuance. There are qualities in these albums which I could not have hoped to recognize in my bloody-emotion ridden phase of way back when. (Pure talent has an ear for nuance in the absence of experience.)
As for the album itself regarded with a contemporary disposition, it is really good.
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