Edit: to be fair, the list that won in my round was a good one and not too obvious. This a more generalised gripe than it may appear on first reading.
I've been moaning about dull canonical lists with nothing after 1980 on them, but the list which beat you seemed to override my cynicism. If that poster can play a good hand next time, my money will be on them.
Not much bitterness from me - the list which beat me was very good - in parts - and had it not been for a few seedy lads with hangovers in the office, longing for a bit of cartoon rock glamour (eg the pustulant sock-puppet squeal of Blister In the Sun), I would have sailed through. That the list included a Fall cover of a song which is poor even by the Kinks' usual knees-up-missus standards makes me hairshirt humble.
But, Round 2, Match 2 was evidently the BCB Cup punctum - that point where the silver chalice of taste was spilled and the Tommee Tippee drinking cup of lowest common denominator got shoved between the snapping lips of the infant battalion.
Marios? Masked Man? All the good guys got headed off at the gulch and gunned down in cold blood! Now we shall see the bad and the ugly holding pistols to each other's temples and saying 'Dig'! Fagin's mob will pick each other's pockets till one scuzzy, Q reading rogue claims the dirty hankie.
I hereby make myself available as coach to any seriously ambitious contestant. Form a queue.