I despise Phil Collins, but I'd also include U2 I'm surprised Bonehead hasn't tried to sort out the Syrian civil war. Also Take That (Williams & Barlow esp), pit bull, Munford & sons, oasis, Elton John, I could go on for ever.

Take That aren't a band.

I would argue that to qualify as a band, people have to be playing instruments; I realise that Barlow tickled the ivories on occasion, but that's not enough to reach the threshold. So I agree - they're not a band.

'Brand' is a more appropriate word when you consider the current obsession with plastering names all over cheap tat to peddle to schoolgirls.

Most guff post 1975

Simply Red, M People, Happy Mondays.

Genesis first two albums post Peter Gabriel pretty good - Trick of the Tail & Wind and Wuthering. Phil Collins does a fine job.

Not as good as Brian Pern though.

Every single british band of the past 10 years. You know the ones, dress like they are a river island mannequin, can play 3 chords on the guitar and every single song sounds the same. Maybe im just getting old but there is just no originality any more

Regards

King James

I've pretty much lost interest in 'current' music, it's far too accessible and there's absolutely no effort required in hunting it out, obtaining it and listening to it, it's all too throw-away now. Long gone are the days when you'd catch the end of a track on the radio at 1am and then spend the next fortnight trying to find out what it was and where you could buy it, only to find out it was available on import only and would cost you double what you'd normally pay. To me though that was part of the experience and having something physical in my hand at the end of it just made the track feel even more special. Having a downloaded MP3 file sat on my computer or listening to a song that is streamed with no physical presence whatsoever means absolutely nothing to me, it makes me feel empty inside.

I used to keep right up to date with bands and artists and enjoyed being one of the first to hear something new but for the last couple of years my playlists are pretty much stuck between 1979 and 1992, except for the odd glimmer of new hope which catches my ear, and even then, any new band/artist who shows the tiniest trace of having something about them is met with all the adulation of the messiah's birth by the masses, so much so that it feels like it's here this morning, legendary by tonight but gone by tomorrow afternoon. Call me old fashioned, stuck in the past, whatever you will, I don't care, modern life really is rubbish.

Coldplay, U2 and Elbow.