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!
I spent this morning sharing the good news of truth, justice, rock & roll with a book club that kindly accepted my offer to meet with them if they wanted to read my book, The Gospel According to St Rage. For most of us in the arts, there is very little fortune or glory; there is only, sometimes, connecting with an audience. And that is a very good thing. So please, read indie authors and write reviews; buy your friends’ bands’ records; go to a show, pay the cover, and cheer for the musicians, whoever they are. Maybe one of these:
Rarely seen in the plural, but a perfect fit for garage punk, at least from a drummer’s point of view.
I’ve long been a fan of band names taken from single body parts. Elbow has always struck me as a funny word (and even contains the proverbial funny bone). How would we play most instruments without it?
Not even a helmet will save you.
Here’s another for that special category of bands named for hand luggage. Also includes Square Pig faves Pouch and my own erstwhile folk project, Train Case.
Insult, or enhanced intelligence from eating the latest superfood?
Karen Eisenbrey 