The Rolling Stones are cunts!
The new shop they have opened in Carnaby Street reflects who and what they are now: a brand name, a corporate monster, a franchise.
All you will get in there is tongues all over everything and stuff that would have you believe they only began in 1971.
As usual they will not pay any attention to their 60s legacy and their glory years. Ask for a book on Brian Jones in that shop and you’ll get some millennial knobhead with a puzzled look on their fizzog. They won’t even know who he is.
I know relations with ABKCO are hardly rosy, but surely a Rolling Stones shop should cater for the first generation of fans and acknowledge how great they really were in the 1960s?
Welcome to the Disney Superstore of rock.
Nominated by: Norman