From my college days, way back in 1980, I am proud (and a bit ashamed of myself) to present The Band Whose Name Must Not Be Uttered.
Then known in LSU's college newspaper as the S*** Dogs -- and in Baton Rouge's daily rags (back when there were still two local daily rags) as The 'Dogs -- TBWNMNBU was hot (ahem) around campus and in the Red Stick's first-generation punk scene.
So, kid, I don't want to hear what a badass you are. I don't want to hear how badass your emo-poseur, thrash, death-metal, hardcore music is. They all bore me, and so do you.
IF YOU WANT to be radical, go put on some classic-jazz vinyl. Get into the 1950s and '60s folk scene.
Buy some Hank Williams 78s and find something to play them on.
That would be out there.
But we've already invented the S*** Dogs. We've been there. Done that. Got the T-shirt we can't wear to church.
So stop copying us. That's just sad.