Bad being in the eye (or throat) of the beholder. I can't abide any of today's craft beers, having grown up sneaking Dad's home brew and doing a stint myself in our much younger poor years. Give me a good cold bottle of Bud any day, and I'm happy. I can see through it, it's smooth, and it tastes good -- all what we sought after with our home brewing but invariably missed. My Dad would be particularly appalled at the cloudy hefeweisers (sp) of today. But, to each their own.
