"Who the hell is Fartbarf"
A text I received from my buddy, Robbie, in New Orleans.
response: "They're fucking sick. 3 dudes in psych ward jumpsuits and
gorilla masks...heavy bass, minimal vocals, and a cult-like
following....aka the badass new band you'll hear more about soon."
"Not even the shittiest band name I've heard this week."
last part is true. I've definitely heard worse band names than
Fartbarf. (I used to manage the band, Stinky Pinky, for god's sake.)
Yesterday at a tattoo shop in Maryland, I met a cute punk rocker who
gave me some of his CDs. His band name: The Rapists. I cringed when he
told me that.
that makes it soooo much less offensive!! (The only thing more
offensive were his lyrics. I'll spare you the details. But picture GG
Allen on meth. Wow.)
You know, I might not LOVE the name
Fartbarf, but I respect it. Basically, because they don't give a fuck
what I think about their band name. In fact, Fartbarf is unwilling to
change, for anyone. They've had some big labels show interest in signing
them, only on the condition they consider changing it. Nope. They just
shake their head and stand firm. They found a formula that works.
believe me, it works. They pack the house. I'm super stoked for their
next show at SR (Dec 14). If you've never seen them live, you owe it to
yourself to experience this phenomenon. It's fucking radical.
Love the name Fartbarf, or hate it...but you'll remember it. And talk about it the next day.
If you ask me, that's what every band name needs to accomplish. Be original. Be memorable. Make people talk.
And, hey, at least it's better then The Rapists.