It's widely known that band names, which once were mainly nouns and sometimes even gave you a sense of what the artist's music sounded like, have devolved into an apocalypse of in-jokes, cleverness, punctuation and strange capitalization. It's almost impossible these days not to look at a festival lineup without feeling dumber for the experience.
But how exactly did the exercise of musical moniker application devolve into a no-man's land of pretentious cacophony? How did we get from The Byrds to 3OH!3? From the Rolling Stones to Fartbarf? Below, we trace the descent decade by decade.
By Artemis Thomas-Hansard
Jenny Lens The Runaways
You had fauna-themed monikers (with and without altered spellings) like the Byrds, the Beatles, the Animals, the Monkees, and the Eagles. Groups used the members' own names (Fleetwood Mac, Crosby, Stills, and Nash) and even when they got crazy (Velvet Underground, Grateful Dead, Electric Light Orchestra) you could still wrap your head around them.
There were acts named for places (Boston, Chicago, Asia) and even acts that threw an adjective in there (Black Sabbath, the Pretty Things, the Small Faces). It was a sweet, almost-naive era in band names, and no one had a problem with it.
Timothy Norris Slayer
Some bands with great names came to life in the '70s -- the Cure, Los Lobos, Talking Heads, Dire Straits, Black Flag, the Police -- and prospered in the '80s. That decade also gave birth to killer metal monikers: Slayer, Metallica, Anthrax and Megadeth, whose names you don't read and wonder what they sound like. Ditto punk bands like Minor Threat, Bad Religion, Dead Kennedys and Bad Brains, the latter two best known for their '80s work. Even the much-derided hair metal acts knew how to name themselves: Poison, Cinderella, Skid Row, Quiet Riot, Vixen, Warrant. Oh, and of course, Guns n' Roses. All hail.
For every excellent name (Outkast, Nirvana) there were whole heaping shit-piles of monikers trying too hard. They used three words, or related to food somehow: Bowling for Soup, Archers of Loaf, Neutral Milk Hotel, Stone Temple Pilots, Blind Melon, My Morning Jacket. Pearl Jam sprung from the equally awful Mookie Blaylock.
Even the names that don't totally stink, like Smashing Pumpkins, Built to Spill, Radiohead, Soundgarden, Dinosaur Jr. and Modest Mouse, still have something about them that stick in your craw. Limp Bizkit, Boyz II Men, Death Cab for Cutie, *NSYNC, KoЯn, Linkin Park, Jimmy Eat World and Color Me Badd, meanwhile, are abortions. The Backstreet Boys might not be so bad if it wasn't such a misnomer.
Still, for as lame as these names were, they weren't actively trying to offend you. They were like that hippie dude on the street with dreds and a hackey sack: Sure, he might smell bad, but he really just wanted to share his pot and chill out.
Timothy Norris Vampire Weekend
Bands used the f word in their names -- Holy Fuck!, Fuck Buttons -- or confusingly spotlighted their race or sex (the Whitest Boy Alive, Black Kids, Girls). Ironies doubled in on themselves until all that remained were giant, clever turds.
A new wave of emo and emo-like bands included Panic! at the Disco, I Set My Friends on Fire, Taking Back Sunday, and Boys Like Girls. Oh, and of course, Cute Is What We Aim For, which sort of sums of the whole ethos of the era, or at least one miserable layer of it.
Like the '60s there were lots of animal names, but now they were animals with stupid characteristics or modifiers: Wolf Parade, White Antelope, Frightened Rabbit, Crystal Antlers, Deer Tick, Bear in Heaven, New Young Pony Club, Animal Collective, Tiger Bear Wolf.
As for the worst names of the decade? It was a tie between Vampire Weekend and H∞bastank.
Shitty band names have become a cottage industry. For many years now The AV Club has chronicled them in great detail.
The teens decade so far, however, has presented challenges for bands wishing to name themselves in a way that will disgust potential fans: With so many horrendous names and concepts already snagged, with so many layers of irony exhausted, how does one up the ante?
The answer so far has been through weird capitalizations and punctuation use. Case in point, tUnE-yArDs, which actively seeks to inconvenience anyone who would be stupid enough to type their name. All caps and strange, gratuitous stylings are also popular. This paper generally refused to honor this trend, but we will make an exception here (shield your eyes): HAERTS, CHVRCHES, DIIV and POP ETC.
Then there's fun., who broke out last year and managed to simultaneously employ three separate horrible band name trends: improper case usage, punctuation and dull, defeated irony.
There's also an artist called CALLmeKAT.
The awfulness finally became numbing: Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr., Tiger! Shit! Tiger! Tiger!, Diarrhea Planet, Oneohtrix Point Never.
In the end, this threatens to ruin music for a generation of fans. While our parents reminisce about Iron Maiden and Led Zeppelin, we're left with tales of acts like Hypocrite in a Hippy Crypt and Vagina Panther. It's enough to make one say fuck everything and start a band, not with a nonsense name, but with an entire nonsense language. Oh wait, someone did that in the '90s.
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