Miller wasn't the only band in town last week that likes to play. The Who, veteran British rockers and producers of the neo-classic "Tommy," did a full two hours at a well-filled Omni.

The pace was frantic with every other number sounding like a sure-fire finale. Their program included older rockers, selections from "Tommy" and material from their new "Quadrophrenia" album.

The Who, tossing out ideas for more far-out stage presence, retained the wildness that first brought them to the top. Drummer Keith Moon still throws his drumsticks into the air like a baton twirler; vocalist Roger Daltrey punctuates his high notes with statuesque freezes and plays his microphone like a combination lariat and yo-yo; and guitarist Pete Townshend, apparently advanced beyond the amplified burning-guitar tricks of yore, continues to jump about madly and pick from awkward stances accented by his ridiculous nose.

It was rock and roll madness in its greatest moment. Legions have tried to duplicate it, but The Who still does it best.