the music/discussion of the music (or the focus on their shared childhood) moved the moments that did work.

Shit, delving into the women Tip has fucked would have been more interesting than the beefing subplot.

The Tribe doc essentially wasted half a film about an iconic hip-hop group to focus on an ungrateful, bitchy little baby in a Cookie Monster shirt who eats too much candy and is mad at the dude most responsible for everything he has in life.

Now if that's Charlie Watts punching Mick Jagger in the face to knock him off a boat in the middle of the ocean for calling him 'my drummer', Bob Marley staying at the Four Seasons Hotel in Philly and bringing a live goat to his suite to slaughter in the bathtub, Nikki Sixx's OD story, etc.....sure, those types of things might be worth putting the music to the side for a bit to hear the insanity.