Once in a blue moon you come across a handbill containing at least one band name so amazing you wish it were yours. I can totally picture that group of dudes sitting around a dirty thirty of PBR, watching Big Top Pee-Wee and getting all aggro trying to think up band names. I have no idea what they sound like, or if they even play music, but that is just about as good as parody names get. I dare you to think of a better act to see on a Sunday afternoon (when I'm usually a lil pissedhofferson, myself).
And let's not forget Paul Padony. Not familiar? Well, surely you've heard of the hugely famous Mojo Apostles of which he is a member. I sure am glad he added that description or I might've missed the connection altogether!
See what the hell its all about this Sunday at the Hotel Utah in SF (Bryant and 4th).
