I can get with Pissed Jeans or Drunk Driver or even Made Out of Babies, and the lot of hipster irony bands attempt when finding a name for what they do – but Cribshitter is a name I just can’t roll with. The imagery, the scatalogic reference, the abject humor, just isn’t my bag. So, if this Madison, WI (yes, the Madison discs pour in like an avalanche, and I’m a Vikings fan?) ever receives a inkling of notoriety, can we agree this is the worst band name ever? There was a Columbus group named Poophouse Reilly, but those kids never got out of the treehouse. Blame the name guys (the music was pretty fucking horrible as well, fitting).
Actually, this isn’t too different from that awful band – a quartet circle jerking around the Ween barrel, with a hot girl on tuba (is that a gimmick?). There’s a ton of genre-hopping on Cribshitter’s debut Cry a Little Rainbow, and some of it’s digestible, like the Spanish cover of “Oh Yoko,” or the band’s attempt at cutesy electro-folk, see “Jared is Different Around Girls” and “Will You Go With Me” – but then again the album’s a marathon thirty tracks with more than enough juvenile pranks (a botched attempt at “Hotel California”) to steer away from actual talent. Perhaps I’m being too harsh, but band’s gotta’ get with it, that name’s gotta’ go. Maybe it’s the association with the name that makes the music stink so much? Worst name ever.