Malcolm in the Middle-of-the-Road. |
So, you and your friends decided to start a band last night while sinking into your pints and watching the football in your local piss fountain. Well done, that's how all great ideas come about, you've just dipped your toe into the same pool of stimulus as artists like Joy Division, Bach, Megadeth, and the sitar playing cat that followed teenage Moses around. The pub is a temple of deep meditation and you've just made the greatest decision you are likely ever to make in your lifetime. But what comes next, you ask?
Well, no doubt you aspire to be every bit as boring as the likes of Coldplay or Linkin Park, why else would you be pursuing a career in music? If you aren't in it to win it, you should probably bin it. But what's their secret? How can these cripplingly monotonous acts remain so for their whole careers while simultaneously earning enough money to more than feed their honeydew-almond smoothie and button collecting habits? Well that's an easy one, you silly rasher, just think about it for a moment.
What do all of these popular bands have in common? The Decemberists? OneRepublic? The 1975?
Yes, you've got it. They all have incredibly boring names to frame their incredibly boring music. That has always been the secret to pop music. C'mon, The Beatles, you knew it was true, you just didn't want to say it. There's something about a really colourless name that hooks people in and practically orders them to part with their money for CDs, vinyls and festival day tickets. If you can mix up the band's name with that of a British insurance company's...you can bet your bottom euro that that band will one day be eating their burnt toast from a supermodel altar and will have collected more number ones than a urostomy bag.
So now that you've learned the secret to all popular music ever, what about your band? How will you make your millions, considering the leviathan shadow of all the astonishingly boring UK 40 artists cast over your lithe form? The trick is to come up with a band name so inoffensive and passable that it can spring gently from the hushed voice of a deaf child in a library's coffee shop.
Here's a few I came up with earlier:
Oaken Evening Socks
The Brown
The Vase
Tendril
Palm Wrinkles
The Song People
Beginner Badger
The Honey Oats
Jack Seeds
Follow the Roo
Bridgeless Shades
Bluelove
Pinky Promise
Smoking Cessation
The Country Roads
Avocado Hiccup
Tepid Tea Quartet
Medicine Time
Eau Potable
Cottage
The Braided Maiden
Turtle Friends
Verse to Verse
Sleepy Pottery Farm
The Chris Martin Band
Furniture Visage
The Chilly Octobers
Leftöver Snack
Tax-exempt Butler Cult
The Letter C
Cello Lesson Tuesday
Cricket
The Love Loves
Living Room Etiquette
The Highlights
Loin Cloth for Jesus
By Lamplight
Mansfield Park Club
Dream of Lemmings
Well, what are you waiting for? Father's consent? Pick one quickly and assemble your band into the garage or shed, you've got bland and irksome music to make and without you, how will the sportswear shops sell their products? What will the Kildare hurling team listen to? You've got the name, you've got the time, now you've got to shine. A world of money and painful indifference is now your oyster flavoured crisps.
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