Intensely irritating programme in which a bunch of elderly men attempt, with varying degrees of success, to find deep and meaningful significance in a bunch of middling to occasionally great songs written by a 28 year old alcoholic rock star undergoing an identity crisis. What is barely alluded to is that the only reason anyone gives a damn forty years later is that the songs were originally performed by The Who at a time when they were far and away the best rock band on the planet.
I finally got around to watching this at the weekend, and actually thought it was quite a good documentary - the only irritating aspect for me would be the two "critics" who should have been saved for an avoidable DVD extra. I particularly liked the two women who had appeared in the booklet with the LPs. I still wouldn't want to listen to the whole album again though (even if I still had a copy).
It's gone from i-Player now but will doubtless be repeated on BBC4 in due course.