Ugh. This has reminded me of one of the most excruciating gigs I've ever been to - the Toy Dolls in Lille in 1988. This would have been about ten years after their heyday, but the French loved them. The lad who dragged me along had otherwise superb taste in music, but the French all had an inexplicable weakness for that sort of thing. In his mitigation, I had once expressed admiration for Plastic Bertrand, so I suppose he saw me as a fellow enthusiast of the lighter end of punk. Christ it was fucking awful.
Later, in Germany, I discovered that "Fun Punk" was a whole genre in itself, with the Tote Hosen, Ärzte, Goldene Zitronen and loads of others. Those three were actually quite witty and imaginative, but there were hundreds and hundreds of dullard oom-pah oom-pah imitators that were basically Volksmusik with mohicans.