Some Scattered Thoughts On The Closing Ceremonies

Like quite a few people, I watched (live-tweeted) the London 2012 Olympics closing ceremonies from the comfort of my couch. Seeing as how I've been too sick to, well, leave the house lately, I thought I'd share a few observations. As soon as Batman showed up, they had my attention.
Madness was unmemorable, sorry.
The Pet Shop boys are fun. I can't help it, I think they are. I enjoyed the little merry-go-round style cars they were riding around in. Costumes were a bit weird.
Ray Davies did a decent job of Waterloo Sunset. He looks very old, but he managed it.
Emili Sandé was fucking painful. 

Elbow was damn good. 
One Direction, also known as "Wand Erection" by those who do not wish to help them trend on Twitter, was decidedly underwhelming. It was actually my first time hearing any of their music, and I have to say: I do not understand how they inspire such ire and such adoration. Furthermore, boy bands should always wear matching outfits, just saying. This is not doing it right.
Running Up That Hill is a great song, but not live? Cheating.
I can't stand George Michael. WHY give him two songs? WHY?
The Kaiser Chiefs aren't really a bad band, but covering The Who made them sound very weak indeed.
Oh my GOD, that Annie Lennox display. A friend described it as "goff" and having a "pirate ghost ship".  I loved it, loved it. Her dress, the ship, it was amazing. I don't even remember the music because the performance was entrancing.
The Ginger plus Nick Mason, Richard Jones, and Mike Rutherford put on a good show. The Ginger's not a great frontman, but it was as good as could be expected from that lineup. Ed Sheeran could have dressed a bit more appropriaely, though.
Russell Brand and the Mystery Machine were a dark harbinger of things to come. Fatboy Slim wasn't terrible, but god, what the shit was with the Great British Inflatable Octopus?
Jessie J, Tinie Tempah, and Taio Cruz made me want to off myself.
The Spice Girls! I love them, not even sorry. They still know how to put on a show, and that was my CHILDHOOD right there. Fuckin' loved it.
Oh look, not-Oasis. I know I'm supposed to hate Wonderwall, but I can't. This version was so out of tune, though. I'm pretty sure that I've sung it better drunk.
Everyone adored the Eric Idle segment, we all know this. Moving on.
MUSE! The reason I was watching! Survival is a damn good song, and Matt Bellamy in his sparkly suit is a hell of a frontman. That was great, the stuff of highlight reels.
WHO THE FUCK LET JESSIE J SING WE WILL ROCK YOU? I just about flipped the table. I am genuinely disappointed in Brian May and Roger Taylor for that atrocity. Jesus.
Take That is what a boy band should be. MATCHING. SO FUCKING THERE, ONE DIRECTION.
The Who closing with Baba O'Riley, See Me, Feel Me, and My Generation. Fucking stellar.