This was very funny. At least for me, but then I once was in a band called “Döda apans förälskelse eller Sonya Hedenbratt och hans jävla manskör”. Which translated to “The dead monkey’s infatuation or Sonya Hedenbratt and his damned male choir”, or possibly “Kill the monkey’s infatuation or Sonya Hedenbratt and his damned male choir”, whichever you prefer.
My band had one concert, in the singers garage, to an audience of six. It was an awesome concert. We played a keyboard-dominated experimental dada-punk, and ended with a 20-minute cover of Light My Fire, with special effects of loads of burning incense. The smoke almost choked our guest-starring keyboard player. We might not have been good, or trailblazing, or popular, but dammit, we were *something*.
Yeah, I know, this breaks on the obscurity clause so it doesn’t win the longest band name contest, but it explains why I think it’s funny.
