18th October

1979: A buoyant Suzi Quatro kicks us off, alongside a rhythm guitarist who's decided dungarees are more than enough. Televisual seaminess fans will recognise this taping for another reason, namely He's A Sports PA, centrepiece of Good King Memorex, the 1979 BBC VT Christmas Tape. I'd want to have heard that conversation: "Hi, Suzi? I know you're coming in tomorrow to record your new song, but while you're in camera rehearsals I wondered if you could... well... it's that... we've written some new lyrics to the song and we wondered if you could sing them for us so we can cut them to compromising footage of some of your employees. *pause* Hello?" Elsewhere there's clipped new wave in a tartan suit from New Musik, 2-Tone constant jigging in pork pie hats, except the bassist would never keep one in, from The Selecter and, after DLT notes something that we can't see or hear has fallen down to giggles, something for the mums in The Ramblers. They'd get seasick doing that for too long, though well done to the director for finding the few girls swaying the opposite direction to everyone else. We can only speculate what DLT's joke at the start here is, but it can't be as offbeam as what follows as Legs & Co try their hardest to interpret the curveball of Fleetwood Mac's Tusk. At least we know what the costume designers did with all their spare material this week.

1984: Not given the room to be too epic, Meat Loaf does what he can with one lace glove and a set of interpretative hand signals that are almost Pan's People-like.

1990: Happy Mondays' Shaun Ryder, hands planted firmly in jacket pockets, lets Bez take the strain. Mind, watch Rowetta go behind him, expending as much in constant motion without the closeups.

1996: Is Mark Morrison small or is that fur coat far too large? Meanwhile two accomplices flag down landing aircraft.

2002: Feted New Rock Revolution imports The Vines' Craig Nicholls had an arms length relationship with comprehensibility at the best of times. Here he seems to replace the words with what the subtitlers presumably had down as 'general squawking', climaxing by using an overlarge new drumstick. None of that with Las Ketchup, the last great post-European summer holiday hit. Look beyond the front row - there is no way the audience shots of everyone copying the moves were recorded simultaneously with the performance.