Daughtry stands with both hands clasping the microphone, staring intensely upwards as if projecting every ounce of his being towards a distant row of seats high in some cavernous arena. A powerful roar emanates from him. It's the sound of Daughtry singing. "It hurts like a runaway train," the Vin Diesel look-alike cries as -guitars and drums bawl along in -sympathy.

The song, a deafening hard rock -ballad, ends with the pumped-up Daughtry bellowing, "We want to hear your voices, London."