There was a band several years ago in Saratoga Springs called “Free Beer and Hot Wings.” Don’t know whatever happened to them.
Add me to the Zebras May Bite camp. It makes want to start a band just so I could use it.
The only other one I ever had was the name for my r&b band. B-ill and the Fleshtones. My name’s Bill, ya see.
Flipper and the Sea Cucumbers
Living Through Phones
Void star
Taste Accountants (Play off of “De gustibus non est disputandum” which is often translated “there’s no accounting for taste”)
Association Foosball.
The Soft Shoulders.
Tongue Trippers
Flea Elections
Silicon Spoons
All Thumbs
The Ski Daddies
The Defenestrators
Flies on Floaters
I like making up band names for stories. If you want one of them, it’s yours.
Anonymous Sects
Torn Starlight
Jung Love
The Eternity Game
Project Pram
International Kiss
Weekend Daylight
Icarus Blossoms
Larkspur Honey
Those sound like Bond Girls.
Spoil the Rod and Spare the Child
al Queso
If you are into road signs: Falling Rock.
No double-entendre intended, but could be implied.
Eagles of Adult Contemporary
Or is that redundant?
Dastardly Custard
Field Foxes
Davy’s Navy (Piano Man reference)
Fluster
Zonkey!
The Rests
“Zonkeys May Bite”?
I don’t have a pic/sign for that! 
Seal’s face
Season of Treason
Pay on Pavement