Why? What degree of mental illness is required in order to like that? Pedestrian drumming that would embarass a wedding covers band, keyboard playing that sounds like a spotty suburban no-friends geek who has just got a keyboard for his fifteenth birthday by besotted parents, and a singer whose ugliness goes beyond parody to the point at which it accurately provides a visible description of his music. The dancing, dancing that would have a chimpanzee exiled, is offensivee. The performance of the singer attains its apotheosis when, as Jools Holland thanks them for their song, the singer nods his head in satisfaction, like a bonobo who has just discovered his penis.