As an incurable Punktoholic (term coined by Dave), I take things a step further and never research Punkt artists that are unfamiliar. This means that I enter any concerts, happenings and venues with artists unknown to me with a tabula rasa. The effect of doing this means that I can either be pleasantly surprised or exquisitely surprised. This is, of course, a truth with some modification, but when the latter happens, I call it instant fanification (which is never good for the wallet).
Band names. Artist names. Names of ensembles. These are not always an indication of what to expect - some are faithfully linked to their performances, in style or substance - some names are just silly (and probably made up while drunk).
Tenor sax, trumpet and 2x strings. I thought that this could only be good. And 20 seconds into the first act - Dorothy, we're not in Kansas anymore! ...