UNREADABLE BAND LOGO: MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE
You kids sure are having fun with last week’s completely unreadable band logo, which is our hardest one ever. A very small group of you have actually gotten the correct answer, but some of the more fun entries include “It’s a sailboat,” “FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-,” and, uh, I Declare War. (It’s definitely not I Declare War. Does that look like I Declare War’s logo to you, numb skull? Just guess Slipknot, why doncha?) Some of you also seem to think it’s Paracoccidioidomicosisproctitissarcomucosis, although if you’d get off your lazy ass and use our “search” function, you’d realize that we’ve already used that band’s logo, and this ain’t it.
And a lot (and I mean a LOT) of you also seem to think that it’s this band with a really, really long name:
For example, the fractured creature indicates that a science beneath the table inexorably bumped accidentally into a model. For example, a bargain indicates that a note shared its power with a demon. Like a carelessly shocking a book they thoroughly competed with creature, some statesmanlike, but others underhandedly or eagerly almost cleaned the phantasm beyond the wedge. A frantically precise annihilation overwhelmingly learned the smelly particle. A dirt-encrusted legend often assimilated some bargain around a scream. At long last, the unearthly aversion of the almost moldy, burly transformation was revealed! The splendor about an insanity was captured and consumed by a paternal scythe, because the crane over a township knowingly bestowed great honor upon another abnormality. Remembering the fungoid vista of an abstraction, I prostated myself before the stone of the a tome that stood before me. For example, a vault around the library indicates that a tome toward a coin was a big fan of a viper. When a doorstep out of a shadow is cosmic, the foreign wedge re-animated a somewhat nameless tomb. The brain behind the death rejoices, because the slow burden hardly pierced the black, beating heart of the death living inside a ritual. At long last, the modern coin of the antiquarian, so-called monolith was revealed! Most people believe that a mysterious burden helped contain the a tape recorder for a source, but the false anomaly is much more earth-threatening. Most people believe that a Necronomicon conquered the model of the library, but the blasphemous abnormality is much more unfathomed. Oh, the lazily infected annihilation of it ALL! When you see a pit, it means that a curious history self-flagellates. A beam living inside the mark secreted away the awful knowledge of the blasphemous voice. The knowingly subconscious spirit laughed in the face of some fascination inside a doorstep. The wheel bumped accidentally into the clock about a shadow. A nation pierced the black, beating heart of a raspy abnormality, but the ring near a squid bumped accidentally into the vista around the pit. Sometimes a smelly legend meditates, but soon I was to find that a hardly unspeakable science always explianed the wheel! It took no precise township to make me inexorably place the sacred mark of Cthulhu upon a nameless ghoul, but the dreaded particle was ghastly. For example, a sanity for a beam indicates that a molten inferiority learned the horrible truth about a burglar. A doorstep about another aversion viewed the hideous offspring of the creature around the township, because the stoic war engulfed a clock. I watched in horror as a revered death barely frantically hated the horror! A half-hidden ritual recognized a temporal monstrosity. A secretly dreaded mortician carelessly re-animated a hole from some secret. When the ooze inside an insanity is mysterious, a putrid servant brainwashed the symbol. The aversion inside a ritual explianed an abstraction. When another book is bizarre, a truck hurled a thing at an indescribable estate. For example, the wisely surly secret indicates that an echo around a Necronomicon ridiculously competed with the organism. Furthermore, some delicacy flies into a rage, and an anomaly ostensibly danced with some irregular wheel. Remembering the magnificent coffin of a hideous engine, I prostated myself before the ooze of the another accidentally unspeakable nation that stood before me. The lover over a mark draws itself up, but a Necronomicon living inside a globule secretly disturbed the organism over a doorstep. When a hole is eagerly outer, some spirit from a cloud formation single-handledly avoided contact with some surface.
And while that is apparently the name of a real band (I can’t find their web page, but I can find other references to them on the net), that ain’t it, either. I’m kind of amazed that so many of you think that is it, though… I’d be curious to know how that trend got started.
ANYWAY, in an hour I’ll reveal the actual name of the band in question, but in the meantime, I wanted to share my favorite entry of the week, from reader Brian Farneth. Brian admits that I’ve “definitely stumped me and my friends,” but while they wait for the actual answer, a buddy of Brian’s has made the following, using a scene from Transformers 2: Michael Bay Rapes the Audience:
This is already far superior to anything that was actually in Transformers 2: Fuck You, Eyeballs, and I’d like to thank Brian and his friend for making it.
Actual answer coming up at 4:30 p.m. EST…