A bunch of Indie halfwits, who are so talentless they are unable to join in with the opening theme, and instead just stand there with their arms folded.
A proponent of world music, never heard of before or since, producing some unintelligible atonal drivel, which nevertheless is lapped up by the audience less they be accused of racism for not liking it.
A former boy/girl band member trying to gain some real muso credibility to kickstart a solo career, but obviously finding live vocals a bit tough.
A former legend living on past glories, much loved by the audience who are obviously saddened that the legend is past their best and the voice is not what it was.
A re-formed but fatter and balder line up of a band, failing to make anyone interested in their new material.
Plus a painful ‘off the cuff’ chat with a ‘friend’ or celebrity in the crowd.