Let me preface all of this by saying I’m as happy about the return of Succession (and bereft at the prospect of the Roys’ superyacht sailing permanently into the sunset) as the next discerning viewer. But I’m not here to dissect the exquisite exchanges between Tom Wambsgans and the newly cocky Cousin Greg in the first episode, nor debate the appropriate accessory to carry at a cocktail party with the 1%, or even to obsess over Naomi Pierce’s magnificent new hair. I’m here to draw your attention to an entirely different show—one you might have overlooked, or dismissed, or scoffed at. I’m here to tell you that you’re making a mistake.
Daisy Jones & the Six—for the benefit of those who haven’t spent the past fortnight bingeing back-to-back episodes, googling “Stevie Nicks Lindsey Buckingham together pictures,” or adding tracks by fictional musicians to their Spotify playlist—follows the members of a 1970s rock band as they go from playing birthday parties in Pittsburgh to selling out stadiums around the globe, and all of the inevitable sex, substance abuse, and screaming matches along the way. At its heart: the powerful connection—both creative and carnal—between married lead singer Billy Dunne (Sam Claflin) and the mercurial Daisy Jones (Riley Keough), who joins the band and ultimately becomes its adored front woman.