"Where will it all end?"

In tweed and fine tailoring with a bit of luck. I view those who get dressed up to 'do' folk with the same distaste as people who go to football matches with painted faces, wear yellow afro wigs at Wimbledon or 'comical' masks at the Oval, that is to say with a mix of pity, alarm and fear for their families.
The vague, unmotivated dress connotations that have attached themselves to 'folk' lead the public to believe the music may also be prone to specious claims on its listeners. Think war re-enactment without the palls of smoke or Trekkies with no Klingons bearing cornish pasties on their forehead. All a bit rum.