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No. The worst band ever is a band from Austin, Tx called Blue October. They are self-important, whiny, pompous, and blowsy, and their attempts at lyrical arcania make me laugh like none other. I have a great live mp3 of them playing SXSW. I swear the song is actually about wetting the bed. The best bit, though, is that every time the singer comes out with some moronic line about alienation, this one woman in the audience screams like she just discovered the corpse in Cluedo.

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Is there a pessimism of the strong?..a way of suffering from the very fullness of life, a courage of the keenest sight which demands what is terrible, like an enemy against which it can test its power, from which it will learn what it means to fear?

How can we forget the mighty and their lead singer White Heat who sadly no longer frequents this forum?

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If Ian Curtis had lived, and enjoyed the ale…

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White Heat! That's harsh though, they weren't the worst band ever, they just played a terrible kind of music that we didn't really like. At least they never pretended to be anything other than what they were.

Actually wasn't it Whitehot?

It could have been white hot but blue freezing would had been more appropriate! Sadly I was unable to find that excellent photo posted on a thread of the band many moons ago.

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If Ian Curtis had lived, and enjoyed the ale…

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Black Basque are the worst band ever.

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I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck...or I did last time I checked.

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Is there a pessimism of the strong?..a way of suffering from the very fullness of life, a courage of the keenest sight which demands what is terrible, like an enemy against which it can test its power, from which it will learn what it means to fear?

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Tall, moustachioed alcoholic - plays firewood with a bow.

actually i've seen the worst band in the world. and they're way worse than any of these. hang on, gimme a sec.

balls couldn't find a picture of them. i posted about doing a gig with them in london bridge a while back. they had ron wood's rum on bass.

found this crazy picture while searching for them though:

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Back off Warchild, seriously.

http://elvers.bandcamp.com/

Ohhhhhhhh chuppopoppopopopopopoplolololololololols.

!!111

The joy, the horror

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Is there a pessimism of the strong?..a way of suffering from the very fullness of life, a courage of the keenest sight which demands what is terrible, like an enemy against which it can test its power, from which it will learn what it means to fear?

I keep finding new things to laugh at. Fresh giggles from the very beginning: 'I black out in the room again', yelps the singer, 'YEAHHHHHHHHH!!1111' goes a guy at the back. The way he describes his mother as 'beyond the door'. Beyond the door. That fucking amazing Cleudo scream the girl does after he says 'Let me tell you something, people: I've been lying for fucking years'. LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, PEOPLE.

It's gone wrong again

Gone fucking wronnnnnnngggggggggg

THE LITTLE BOY WHO'D ARGUE WITH A TREE.

Let me tell you something, people.

Thank you. I finally realised why I do this. Tonight. Thank you.

*dies*

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Is there a pessimism of the strong?..a way of suffering from the very fullness of life, a courage of the keenest sight which demands what is terrible, like an enemy against which it can test its power, from which it will learn what it means to fear?

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Tall, moustachioed alcoholic - plays firewood with a bow.

damn i wish i could hear that. the man says i can't stream media at work man. stupid man.

i saw some pretty WACK bands last night.

first up. two chinless public scool boys in stupid hats and tweed playing drums (way too loud for the space/other sounds) and singing (terribly) and making thee most horrendously painful array of screeching sounds from a keyboard and a bank of distortion pedals. they were accompanied by a girl on electric double bass. nice ideas but they were just so incredibly punchably annoying and the actual sounds they produced made you want to pull your own teeth out. it was actually ear-piecingly eye-stabbingly painful. and that's always going to be a barrier for me.

the second band were a buch of spanish euro-rockers in their late 30s playing dull plodding pub rock and pulling irony-free cheesy wembley stadium poses with every widdling guitar solo. great. i liked that they were having fun i guess and that they had their family there (dad with a camcorder, pink jumper and white trousers in the front row). i hated their shitty dull music, the fact that they borrowed all of our stuff without having the courtesy to even ask and left (with their entire entourage) right after they played and spent the rest of the night smoking outside. fucking rude arseholes.

then it was us. i thought we played really well last night, even though there is something unavoidably demoralising about playing while people file out.

the last band must have been all of 16. maybe even younger. in soundcheck they remimnded me of mister bungle dressed as the ordinary boys. turns out they were a lot more conventionally indie than that. although they did develop into a full on sonic-youth style noise wig-out in the last couple of songs. impressively competent for being so young but nothing to really write home about. the drummer looked exactly like one of those fat kids from the vauxhall adverts. awwww.

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Back off Warchild, seriously.

http://elvers.bandcamp.com/

Who was that band who played the Fortuna Pop gig with the Loves, The School, etc a few Fridays back? Awful three piece with one fella who did absolutely nowt.