When we heard there was a new band called Cleavage of Grass playing the Bullfinch, our first thought was that we were reading about the ill-clad waitresses on Hula Nite at Hamilton’s. Then we hoped against hope that at least this was just an ironically named all-male band.
Not that we don’t respect the female physique. But no good can come off naming your band after cleavage. Even if you have some. Too many female bands, especially in overthinking college towns, take names intended to mock conventions, to empower by “taking back” slurs and redefining them (to name just a couple of the common justifications). They get all the conceptual theory worked out, then they show up to play… and the area right in front of the stage is filling with drooling exhorting them to lift their shirts.
Cleavage of Grass plays Thursday. We’re thinking of boycotting.