Everyone who says the drummer is the least important member of a band has never played in a band. They may not front the group (unless they're Dave Clark) or write the lyrics (unless they're Neil Peart) or play the solos (unless they're Keith Moon) or sing the songs (unless they're Micky Dolenz or Levon Helm or those guys from the Eagles or Grand Funk), but without a solid drummer, a band sounds like a sloppy, dysfunctional mess.
No sensible person should expect some rock star to be the next Proust (clarification: I've never actually read Proust), but there is something we are justified in expecting: an accurate translation of the rock star's voice, especially if that rock star has an especially distinctive one. So I was pleased when Brian Wilson's I Am Brian Wilson was clearly written in the naive, not-especially-articulate, not-especially-focused but especially sweet voice we'd come to expect from the greatest Beach Boy. Same goes for the very articulate, sweet-and-sour voice of Pete Townshend in Who I Am.
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