Showing posts with label the hunting club. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the hunting club. Show all posts

Sunday, October 28, 2012

October 28, 2012

Due to a late night Friday -- Your Mother Should Know closed out a fun and varied show at Sound Effects -- blogging is happening on Sunday instead of Saturday this week. But my husband had a little to say about band names in his blog, Now Music in New Albion:

Beast of the Sky
The Hunting Club
Black Plastic Clouds
Your Mother Should Know

The band names increased in length by letter count and layout, but were arranged symmetrically by word count 4 3 3 4. Sorry, it's the sort of thing I notice.
 But there are other bands who have played or will play this week. Here are just a few:

Angelspit
I like that I can't tell where to divide this. Is it Angel Spit or Angel's Pit? Either way, it's strange and surprising.

The Balloons
Confetti Kids
These two get in because they were on the same bill, like it was a party or something.

Boys Like Girls
This could have at least two meanings, both equally likely.

Spiderface
In honor of Halloween, something a little creepy. All those eyes . . .

Saturday, October 20, 2012

October 20, 2012

Shameless plug: Your Mother Should Know is playing Friday, October 26 at Sound Effects Coffee House, with The Hunting Club, Black Plastic Clouds, and I think two other outfits -- a packed, interesting show! This'll likely be our last gig of 2012 because we're feeling old and tired, and have a backlog of songs we want to record!

On to this week's notable band names:

All Human
I find this reassuring. No animals, robots or space aliens were harmed in the making of this music.

Birdhouse
I grew up in the Bluebird Capitol of the World, where special bluebird houses dot the countryside. So I notice birdhouses wherever I go. I have one outside my window. And birds sing, so there you go.

Feet
Body parts are reliably good band names. And I love me a good monosyllable.

Sinizen
I'm enjoying this mash-up of citizen, denizen, and sinner. All have sinned, so there's nothing for it but to make some music.

Troubadour Dali
Whoa, surreal, man.