I'm sticking this up

partly for a chuckle at the sartorial nadir that was 1985 (the sunglasses! the sleeveless t-shirts! the mullets!) but mainly to hymn the delights of Clive Gregson. Great voice, great songs, great band. And yet he's not particularly well known. Could it be - sorry to be blunt, and harsh - because he's not just challenged sartorially but aesthetically also? Can anyone proffer examples of ugly but successful frontmen?