Showing posts with label fit for an autopsy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fit for an autopsy. Show all posts

Sunday, December 27, 2015

December 27, 2015

The post-Christmas club listings provide very slim pickings this week, so it's time for a retrospective post. Thanks are due to Kyle Ryan at A.V. Club and to my brother and bandmate Neal Kosaly-Meyer, who shared Ryan's article "When Bundled Bowels met Gruesome Toilet: The 2015 year in band names." I had previously blogged about at least seven of the 300-plus on this list. Here's what I had to say:

Car Seat Headrest
(from January 10, 2015) Naming a band for a prosaic, unsexy object shines a spotlight on the mundane and brings it some glory. I'm also old enough to remember when car seats didn't have headrests, so there's a little nostalgia factor. I also like how this one thing has a name that's a list of three nouns (four, if you break up "head" and "rest"). 

Fit for an Autopsy
(from November 23, 2013) Not what you want to hear at your annual check-up.

Good Willsmith
(from August 12, 2012) I like the word overlap that turns the meaning in the middle from a movie into an actor.

Make Do and Mend
(from May 17, 2014) This is how I was raised and how I run my household. In rock band terms, "use more duct tape."

Mild High Club
(from May 23, 2015) The sly wordplay makes this a more accessible club for late-life beginners who dislike air travel, especially if you live in the land of legal weed.

O-Face
(from January 13, 2014) Full disclosure -- a relative is a co-founder of this group, formerly of Whidbey Island, now based in upstate New York. I like the name for its implicit raunchiness and explicit innocent silliness. (And the new EP is pretty good, too).
(Now operating under the name Doubles.)

Wizard Rifle
(from July 21, 2013) Now, that just seems unfair. Magic and firearms, too?

Saturday, November 23, 2013

November 23, 2013

I don't care what the calendar says -- when you have to scrape the windshield and the sun's in your eyes at noon, it's winter. As we head into Thanksgiving week, I'm thankful for a holiday that makes possible a rare weeknight foray to Chop Suey to hear Dead Bars! And also for venues that keep booking shows, and for bands that keep coming up with amusing names, such as:

Fit for an Autopsy
Not what you want to hear at your annual check-up.

Monster Magnet
That is one rough dating scene.

Mrs. Howl
Ginsberg's Island.

Vaude Villains
I have often seen "villain" misspelled "villian," but I never thought of taking it the other way. I imagine lots of mustache twirling and slapstick comeuppance.

Wishbeard
"When you wish upon a beard, makes no difference if you're weird . . ."