What a waster!

In addition to being the best band I ever totally slept on (even after standing pressed against the stage at a CBGB gig, I remained unmoved by their sloppy brilliance), The Libertines are also the most aptly named rockers ever. According to the big brains at Webster's a "libertine" is "a person who is unrestrained by convention or morality; specif: one leading a dissolute life." That about nails it, as Pete Doherty, the Robert Downey, Jr. of U.K. rock, is back in rehab again. This is the same pished malcontent who got so desperate for the sweet taste of the glass dick that he broke into bandmate Paul Barat's flat and stole a bunch of equipment. And even went to the can for it. The band's on-again breakup recently forced the cancellation of an anti-Nazi festival. Their manager swears the breakup is temporary and I for one believe the guy. When Pete checks out (of rehab) he's gonna need to get really high. Best way to do that? Get paid for some gigs with your newly reformed band and then treat yourself to a mountain of crack and heroin. I get the shakes just thinkin' about it!!