The audience expected to listen in silence to the personal woes of singer songwriters, or be indoctrinated by the likes of Mr Bragg into the wonders of an heroic "working class" which no longer exists.
If we survive all that, the coup de grace will be the orchestral genre of folk music, a thousand bloody fiddles, five drum kits, and Christ knows what else, walloping along at breakneck speed, while some psuedo artistic twat

Sums the modern trend up perfectly GUEST Akenaton.