Jet

Talk about going to extremes. Jet made one album stuffed full of straight down the line, hard edged, rock and roll songs. Then they suffered a bereavement, cleaned up and have now returned with, well, a whole load of pop ballads that even Elton John would turn his nose up at.

The last time I saw Jet, they opened with an intro so long that my partner had time to go to the Ladies and back before they hit the first verse. Today, they rip into what is basically a load of dross and don't stop being dross for what seems like hours. Goth Girl and I walk long before they finish.