Rock ‘n’ Roll’s Zombie Apocalypse: Aerosmith, Beatles, and a Circus of Comebacks

November wasn’t all dystopian tech; it had heart – or at least, a defibrillator for classic rock. Aerosmith, those Boston bad boys who haven’t dropped new tunes since your mom was blasting “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing” at karaoke, unleashed a five-song EP collab with punk wunderkid Yungblud. Recorded post-MTV VMAs (RIP Ozzy tribute), it’s got Steven Tyler croaking like a chain-smoking crow and Yungblud adding that Gen-Z snarl. Critics are calling it “surprisingly fresh” – or, as I’d say, “proof that even dinosaurs can twerk if you slap enough Auto-Tune on ’em.”

Meanwhile, the Beatles are hoarding more archival dust than a vinyl collector’s basement. “Anthology 2025” drops an expanded 8CD/12LP box set, plus “Anthology 4” – because nothing screams “relevant in 2025” like remastering tracks older than your grandma’s mixtape. Wings gets a solo anthology too, because Paul McCartney’s post-Beatles fever dream deserves its own shelf. And Cheap Trick? They’re reissuing live sets like it’s a garage sale for mullets. Record Store Day Black Friday caps it off, turning indie shops into battlegrounds for limited-edition wax. Moral: Rock’s not dead; it’s just undead, shambling toward Coachella with a walker and a grudge.