When you name your band Diarrhea Planet, it defines you, in the crappiest way possible. No one wants to talk about the music—catchy punk with some Nashville grit to it; they only wanna talk about the name. And you deserve it, because you named your band Diarrhea Planet, which might be even worse than …
Death Cab for Cutie
Just because you’re used to hearing it doesn’t make it less monstrous, regardless of its hip sourcing (a Bonzo Dog Band track) or the way it syncs with Ben Gibbard’s saccharine songwriting.
Puddle of Mudd
Dropping “a” from “lead” or “deaf” is one thing—hell, we’ll even give unpronounced umlauts a pass—but when you tack on a “d” for no reason, we stop listening. Oh, wait.
Also in this category: anything that’s ever replaced an “s” with a “z.” Stop.
Band names ripped from pop culture can work (see: Mogwai), but those are rare exceptions to the rule (see: Toad the Wet Sprocket). This one mines Ferris Bueller’s Day Off—badly.
Naming your band with three exclamation marks seems pretty cool, until someone tries to Google it.
John Cougar Concentration Camp
Poop jokes got nothin’ on Holocaust jokes.
Diarrhea Planet with Lovely Bad Things, Illicitor, Fredward. November 13, 8 p.m., $8-$10. Beauty Bar, 702-598-3757.