Naming a band is an act of concentrated creative expression. Square Pig in a Round Hole exists to reward five favorite band names each week. Winners are (usually) listed alphabetically.
Selection is wholly unscientific and subject to whim, with a bias toward wordplay, humor, and local flavor. In most cases, I won’t know anything about the bands at the time of selection. Thanks to the Seattle Times club listings for abundant source material!
It was still summer on Friday when we drove across the state to take one of our young adults to Eastern Washington University. Early Saturday morning, it was cold enough for frost at the Turnbull National Wildlife Refuge. Today, it’s raining again in Seattle; summer is officially over even though we’re still a few days from the equinox. Fortunately, band names know no season. Here are this week’s favorites:
I’m too old to live this way anymore, but I respect the hold-nothing-back attitude.
Bounty hunter discovers the real money is in exercise equipment.
Literal sugar high, with candles on top. (See above, At Both Ends.)
Equally applicable to chemicals, flattery, campaign promises, or a box of hammers.
A whole melancholy story in only two words.