Bad Company, the British rock group often called the poor man's Led Zeppelin, virtually filled the Capital Centre with two shows this weekend that can obly be described as . . . well, poor.

Not that Bad Company doesn't have a lot going for it.

Lead singer Paul Rodgers, outfitted in adhesive leather apparel and a wide-brimmed straw hat, is the Rudolph Valentino of rock'n' roll. He also has a strong, supple, driving voice that's easily one of rock's most enjoyable.

The other members of the band, guitarist Mick Ralphs, drummer Simon Kirke and bassist Boz Burrell - are equally superb instrumentalists.

So what, might you ask, ian be poor about a group like that?

The answer is simple: complacency. Since the release of its first album a few years ago. Bad Company has been content to keep turning out simple-chorded, riff-based music that requires little imagination - exactly the fare battered out this weekend.

It's almost like listening to a music box that can play only one song; nice at first, but a bit wearing after 20 minutes.

This quartet could do a lot more. And their fans, while quite content, deserved a little more effort.