5. The Music
This band formed in 1999 and the fact that they thought it would be a good idea to dub themselves The Music at a time when there was an overload of “The” bands is utter lunacy. If they were a group form the late-‘60s that made sweet progressive anthems I might have given them a pass. Instead, they’re a cookie cutter band from the U.K. that makes sentimental dance rock full of recycled stadium rock riffs.
I like weed and I kinda like this band, but I see no reason why these dudes had to go ahead and base their entire musical work around smokin' buds. If I was high right now I might have giggled at the name of their band, but I am now sober at work and the name Bongzilla sounds pretty f***king 8th grade if you ask me.
3. Rage Against the Machine
I really used to love this band, but as time went on and I heard more and more of Zack de la Rocha’s political rantings, the real idea behind Rage Against the Machine started to slowly burn away. I’m all into bands speaking their minds about serious issues, but the cheeseball factor of watching a Coachella crowd of meathead frat boys misinterpreting the aggression of the band’s music made me realize how dumb the band name really was.
2. Insane Clown Posse
The idea that these dudes thought it would be badass to paint their faces and try to be the leaders of a gang of disgruntled Barnum & Bailey rejects is freakin’ laughable. Insane Clown Posse? Really?
First off, what the f**k is a Juggalo and what purpose does he serve? I would give every cent in my bank account to see a Juggalo attempt to rep ICP on the streets of LA.
1. Limp Bizkit
Without even hearing a note of this band’s music back in 1999, I already knew they blew the big one. Wonder why? It’s because they had the most nonsensical f***ing band name ever, and I could easily tell it was a clear reflection of how bad their music would be.
Not sure if I believe the whole “Masturbation Game” story as the inspiration for the band’s name. Apparently, a bunch of dudes stand in a circle masturbating on a biscuit and the last guy to release his love juice has to eat it.
I refuse to believe that Fred Durst is that creative.