And the results can be catastrophic when the malevolent stare goes wrong. Witness the blondish man from The Boomtown Rats in the "I don't like Mondays" video - and Cedric Sharpley, Gary Numan's curly-haired drummer, on the Pleasure Principle LP artwork.

Gary Numan himself though is the master. A Zoolander-type stare-off against Siouxsie might be good to see. Although thinking about it, Gary Numan's is more of a "did you spill my pint?" look than pure malevolence.

A Woofer in Tweeter's Clothing

both had the kind of stares that could stop a charging Rhino.

Two words

Roy Keane

The devil in human form

when I used to be asked particularly stupid questions in the bookshop I worked in.

I used to call it my "stare of death".

In rehearsal or performance, his musicians dreaded 'the ray' - a long, accusatory, poker-faced glare over the top of his glasses at anyone who had committed a false musical move

This is the stare. It took him years to perfect.

Forget 'Magnum', 'Ferrari' and 'Le Tigre' - BLUE STEEL is perfection.

When I was about 15 I saw Procul Harum, and had a position directly overlooking the band at the Brighton Top Rank. Mick Grabham decided to spend the entire night staring at me, which was very disconcerting. I presume he didn't have his glasses on and had to focus on something whilst doing the axe callisthenics.

...THIS is a stare. Ginger Baker giving it some serious eyeball with Blind Faith.

Of course, he could simply be ripped off his tits on smack.