Recently, I bragged on my personal Facebook account that I had a good day. That I only cried once, and since it was about the fact that supergroups never work out, it didn’t really count. Many supergroups, too pure and precious to ever grace this cruel, broken world (looking at you, Tapeworm), dissolve into nothing but broken dreams. So when I hear the siren call of “Alt-rock icons, assemble!” I instinctively brace for failure and disappointment. The climate-change filmĀ Before...