An extended residency at a Las Vegas casino and hotel is probably the most solid indicator that an act has shed itself of every morsel of cultural relevancy or usefulness other than providing evening entertainment for a few thousand tourists in-between extended bouts of otherwise uninterrupted gambling. Rose, who last made contact with reality somewhere around mid-1988, continues to throw his toys out of the pram at any given opportunity and in 2012 he even attempted to ban T-shirts depicting his ex-bandmate Slash from their live shows. His continual urination over the Guns n' Roses legacy means that to all but a few stalwart fans, W Axl Rose and his merry band of session musicians - whose loyalty extends as far as the next royalty cheque - are a laughing stock and nothing more than a pantomime act. The legendarily cantankerous frontman, who now resembles the aged offspring of Mick Hucknall and Mickey Rourke, has successfully elevated himself to the upper echelons of the ridiculous and it seems everyone but Rose himself is aware that he is the butt of the music world's most ludicrous and longest running joke.
