Right now Toronto is in the middle of one of its two annual take-application-money-from-guys-from-Winnipeg-then-make-them-pay-their-own-way-to-get-here-so-they-can-play-a-hopelessly-shitty-slot-at-an-awful-bar-for-no-pay-just-so-you-can-advertise-that-thousands-of-bands-are-involved music festivals. A quick glance through the guide book for what the organizers call Canadian Music Fest (and everybody else in the world, including 99% of their advertisers, still calls Canadian Music Week) provides far more fun than it should, only for the sheer fact that there are so many hilariously awful band names and kitchen sink genre descriptions– lo-fi experimental grunge indie pop funk!– but when thumbing through it last night there was one, pictured above, that stood out to me as particularly egregious, for at least a couple of reasons, but mostly in a misleading way.
Because… um… yeah, I’m pretty sure Kelly Gruber, Dave Winfield, Manuel Lee, et al. will, in fact, not be at Rancho Relaxo at 2 AM tonight.
I’m also pretty sure that somebody in that group probably should have seen the possible long-term
copywrite trademark infringement can of worms that name opens, though, who knows, maybe they’re just doing it for a larf. Besides, I’m probably best leave the heavy criticism here to the fucking geniuses at Honest Reviews to get around to, while I maybe actually (eventually) get back writing about baseball.