Last night I started in on a
new book I got from a pal o' mine. Today's topic presented itself almost immediately.
As always please play along...
Five Great Band Names1. The Replacements. From the tome that brought us here today: "Because their name was one of the greatest rock band names ever, fraught with the duality of pushing the dinosaurs out of the way, and the suggestion that they were merely warm bodies filling a slot." Well put, Mr. Jim Walsh.
2. Public Enemy. In all of musicdom, has there ever been a better match between a band's name and its persona? Next time you spend some
shameful hours watching VH1, remember that there was a time when the clock-adorned gentleman was part of the most dangerous group in America.
3. The Smithereens. As in "smashed to."
4. Choosy Mothers. For a brief spell in the mid-90's, I was a fairly devoted reader of
The Village Voice. An odd choice considering that my residence in central Wisconsin address was about as far removed (in geography, temperament, sophistication, you name it) from from New York City as you can get. Of course, that was a major part of the appeal. I used to pour through the club listings, imagining what it would be like to have all those options for live music instead of my paltry choice of attending or avoiding the next
Burnt Toast and Jam show. I saw this band name once and it immediately made me laugh in
recognition. I liked the name enough that it stuck with me all these years, even though I had no idea whatsoever what they sounded like. Until
this morning.
5. The Band. Sometimes it's just that simple.
2. Clipse. Malice and Pusha-T are kind of like a VA version of Mobb Deep, but they chose a more threatening name, which in the context of their Neptunian beats doesn't as much sense. It's all good. Pow-pow-pow.
3. Massive Attack. Again, another context thing. Blue Lines was smooth as Silk (freak me) and Protection wasn't that much harsher. Mezzanine had it's distorted moments, but for the most part, this is one soothing band.
4. Johnny Thunders & The Heartbreakers. More like Heat-seekers, if you know what I mean (yes, you do know what I mean).
5. Unwound. One of the most abrasive bands to come out of the northwest during the 90's has a slightly unsettling, yet pleasing name. They finally fit their name by the time of Leaves Turn Inside You, but those early records are da bomb.
Bonus: Butthole Surfers, but only when Todd Flanders is wearing their shirt.
-- Phil (which is a horrible band name, btw)