In the Ohio catagory, I nominate the late, great Brainiac. Hell, even my wife likes them. Crazy crazy live show, fun with a moog. I miss them.
In the Cosmic Psychos catagory, I nominate the late, great ** Cows**. They hold the first place in my personal contest of how many times I’ve seen the same band, coming in at an even sixteen. I’ve lost friends and made friends at Cows shows. Kevin is the bass player I aspire to be, minus the drooling, but with the snappy dressing. Shannon is, or was, the scariest man alive. He’s mellowed a bit, and bought me a cup of coffee as I waited outside for his newest band to play, the Heroine Sheiks.
In the rock catagory, the late great Didjits, who had an extended middle finger for anyone who happened to be looking. Potentially the biggest mistake I’ve ever made was yelling “f*ck you” to Mr. Simms, who merely made me look like an ass when he could have smacked me in the head with a mic stand.
In the drumnbass catagory, I nominate Amon Tobin and Ponga. Two albumns that made me get my drum kit out again. Drumnbass that even people that don’t like drumnbass like. If that makes sense.
In the folksey kind of rock catagory, I nominate the ever-present and perpetually downtrodden Mekons and the striking Sixteen Horsepower. Lyrically brilliant and uncompromising.
In the keeping-the-torch-of-punk-alive catagory, the wonderful Les Savy Fav. Now that Refused is gone, who will beat you into submission?
Jazz, my longtime favorite John Zorn, though I think most have heard him.
In the noise-smoke-fire-scary catagory, the late, great Crash Worship. They set my pants on fire.
Last but not least, the late great Jesus Lizard, who deserve honorable mention for being the greatest live band on Earth and two other planets.