For several years I played in a band where the lead guitarist loved his sound, which the rest of the band referred to as "middly fuzz". Every song, no matter the genre, was given the same indistinct widdling. We did manage to have a rehearsal or two where we got him to play while the rest of us twiddled with the tone controls - and got some lovely sounds. The next gig we'd be straight back to the weedy mess sound.
Unfortunately it didn't end well. After several weeks of "haranguing" he quit the band. Some people you can't change