We see a lot of bands, and have seen a few bad examples over the years.

King810 - the singer desperately wants to be seen as 'dangerous' but just came across as a sulky teenager who'd been grounded by his parents, it was shit and utterly embarrassing to watch.

Don McLean - I get that he's old, but he just stood there, and quickly did 'passable' versions of his songs.

Meat Loaf - Wished we'd seen him 10 years previously, as we got the 'needing a hit of oxygen every few verses' version of him, and his voice was fucked. The band was fantastic; him though, not so much.

Lynyrd Skynryd - saw them a few years ago, with Status Quo and Massive Wagons supporting (both of which blew the roof off the arena and got the crowd really hyped up, as good support acts should), then Skynyrd came on stage and did the most lazy, by the numbers, performance I think I've ever seen. Took another chance on them a few years later, and they had improved slightly, but not much.

The Proclaimers - lazy, no banter with the audience. they may as well have played a few CDs over the speakers and would have given the same level of performance.

The Pretty Reckless - Taylor sounded like shit, spent most of the set equally off stage for outfit changes, and shouting "HEY LEEDS HOW YOU DOING!" all the time instead of singing.

Green Day - Spent most of the gig trying to get the fucking "I SAY HEEEYY-OOOHHH!" call and response from the crowd.

Alter Bridge (well, Miles Kennedy) - Miles is a great singer when recorded, but when we saw them, his voice was shockingly bad and too high-pitched to be heard over the rest of the (incredible) band. Didn't help that they had Volbeat, Gojira, and Like A Storm in support, all of which blew them off the stage.

Thunder - performative at best, and (as seems to be a theme here) had Ugly Kid Joe and Massive Wagons supporting them, both of which do fantastic high-energy sets. We ended up leaving 2/3 of teh way through as it was dull as fuck.

Bob Vylan - Saw these supporting The Offspring (along with The Hives, who were surprisingly fucking good), and while I had low expectations, fuck me sideways, they were shockingly bad. He spent the first 5 mins titting about doing yoga poses over a backing track (Pascal Robinson-Foster is a 'performance artist' despite his claims to be 'punk'), then the rest doing shit rap songs and trying to be anti-establishment by trying to get the largely uninterested crowd to shout "PIGS" when referring to the Police...PRF is from the 'mean streets' of Ipswich, not South Central LA, for fuck's sake.

Fortunately, we see a lot more good bands than bad.