Recently I was waxing sentimental about the MMR-B-Q back in May. While most of the more popular bands sported some pretty nifty threads (who didn't like Scott Weiland's poncho?), Fuel looked like a bunch of fratboys in overpriced t-shirts. Actually, these morons looked like they raided Chad Kroeger's wardrobe, except Kroeger got to keep all of the tighter fitting pieces. 

Now, appearance accounts for at least 72% of a band's Rock n' Rollness, with the remaining 28% taken up by their songs and the women they can get. If your outfit doesn't make Mom shriek in horror or inspire fratboys to organize a lynch mob, then its too fucking tame.
 
I will not sully the fine reputation of this website with a picture of Fuel. Instead I will present the paragon of killer fashion. Witness Nils Forever, of Seattle's The Greatest Hits.