Embarrassing Band Gets a Name Change

Back in 2006, a promising band had its ups (the lead singer/songwriter) and downs (the rest of the band). The lead singer wisely walked away, but one guy, Knickerless, who looks like the Tasmanian Devil's Grandma, continues to hulk his woolly-headed girth to pay-for-play venues.

He figures that even at his advanced age, bawling a few off-key monotonous songs to a few predictable power chords, is still NOIZE. Small town retards won't mind it. For a song or two.

Even so, when the now two-man group perform, management not only strings electric cables, but a rope, to remind Knickerless not to stay on too long.

Since the group really isn't the same as it was, the old name is pointless. There are also others who are doing better with variations on it:

Since the UK club scene is mostly rap and dark-skinned acts, Knickerless wants to dump any Tiger Lily references and start 2016 as...

NIGGA WILLIE.

A 50 year-old virgin blob, he figures he might trick a pub owner into booking NIGGA WILLIE and getting something cool. Once on stage and shouting "Fuck Off Obama" twenty times, he still thinks he might be invited back. It hasn't happened yet.

Meanwhile, he spends every night imagining what it might be like to have a NIGGA WILLIE, a willie that would stand out no matter how much fat surrounds it!

Of course, Knickerless IS a joke, and he knows the reality.

He sent out Christmas "voting cards" for his fans.

If people wanted him to quit they'd return the left side saying "WANT IT!"

If people wanted him to bother playing anymore, they'd return the right side and give advice.

So far, nobody's returned a single card.