Imagine, if you will, a late-night visit from the shade of poor dead Brian Jones wherein he charges you with putting together a band to fight the holy lugubrious rot of Creed. "We're in dire straits, lad," he hisses from behind floppy bangs. "The kids are gonna think rock has to be humorless, formulaic and bland if you don't show them the way. And tell Jagger to hang it up: He's not helping matters any." Then he's gone, back to that big... More >>>