The drug-addicted, girlfriend-murdering front man from the Sex Pistols rises from the dead and auditions for that show fronted by the high-waisted king of bland.

If only something like this did happen on one of those insipid talentless-spotting shows, then we’d tune in each week. Next week, Captain Beefheart sqawks his way through “Neon Meate Dream of a Octafish”.