Certain forms of Heavy Metal may qualify for Olympic Rock status. Power Pop has a strong Olympic contingent. Early ’80s Power Ballads are definitely sanctioned as Olympic events. Jazz fusion, especially the kind cranked up in hotel bathrooms to cover the horrid sounds and smells of bodily functions, may be Olympic in nature. Competitive jazz fusion depends on a great deal of porn rock faces and satin jumpsuits as much as the musicians’ chops.
Some musicians take an Olympic approach within their bands, regardless of whether the band itself is sanctioned for Olympic play. The Police’s Stewart Copeland, for instance, strikes me as a dedicated Olympian. I don’t think he cares what’s going on in a Police song. The man just wants to get his chops in. He’s got a certain amount of paradiddles, rock rides, and splash cymbals to execute – Sting and the other guy be damned!