Muse

From unsorted waste. Gaudy, pompous without restraint, good taste almost never arrived, a sense of measure where has it ever been seen, arrangements often cloying, bombastic and out of place, covering the lack of substance in their "music" that any musician would struggle to define as such.
They fill stadiums with unresolved women who get all worked up over an insignificant guy dressed like a Christmas tree.
An excellent emetic.
For the rest, stripped of the frills, there is little or nothing left.