In Case You Forgot That The Upper-Class Twits Were Hopeless, Know-Nothing Retards

Jesus frakking christ on rye toast.  The premise is fucking tediously stupid, but holy fucknuts, they manage to make it dumber.  As usual.  (Pink Floyd was Pink Floyd, and in many ways they epitomized everything that sucked so very fucking hard about pompously stupid and shitty arena rock for much of their existence, but any fucking pussy dumb enough to go with Gilmour, well...)