The Chain

[Travis]

Jeffrey likes Will Oldham.

[Antcliff]

Bonnie Prince Billy to...Bonnie Dundee

[Travis]

Bruce Dickinson.

[Nash]

Bruce Dickinson's a pilot isn't he?

So is:

[nar]

Capricorn -> Scorpio

[Travis]

From astrology to astronomy.

[Antcliff]

From Blue Oyster Cult to Blues Boy King doing How Blue can you Get

[Nash]

You can't get much bluer than this!

[Travis]

Blew.

[Nash]

Hah, good one.

How about the less well known Nirvana?

[Travis]

From Nirvana to dharma.

[David]

And Jack.

[Antcliff]

Kerouac to Nick Nack Paddy Wack

[Travis]

Self-explanatory.

[Oskar]

Dog and Bone -

[Nash]

Because I remember buying Blondie's Parallel Lines album at the same time as All Mod Cons with birthday money when I was a nipper.

[Travis]

The older generations back home call mosquitoes and assorted flying/biting things "nippers".

[Nash]

That was good.

Tiswas! Dying fly.

[Antcliff]

Just noting...that Blackfly toon (Wade Hemsworth/North Ontario) was incredibly catchy. I went to bed singing it, woke up still singing.
Exit Ant singing about flies.

[nar]

Leroy begat Brett:

[Travis]

Suede made me think of velvet.

[camus]

Suede, velvet - Felt!

[camus]

Ok I'll indulge myself here. The lead singer of Felt is Lawrence, whose later incarnation was Denim:

[nar]

Denim -> Jean

[camus]

From Jean to the greatest kitchen sink drama put to music - EVER.



Jeane
The low-life has lost its appeal
And I'm tired of walking these streets
To a room with a cupboard bare

Jeane
I'm not sure what happiness means
But I look in your eyes
And I know
That it isn't there

We tried, we failed
We tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried

Jeane
There's ice on the sink where we bathe
So how can you call this a home
When you know it's a grave ?

But you still hold a greedy grace
As you tidy the place
But it'll never be clean
Jeane

We tried, we failed
We tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried

Oh ...
Cash on the nail
It's just a fairytale
Oh ...
And I don't believe in magic anymore
Jeane

But I think you know
I really think you know
Oh ...
I think you know the truth
Jeane

Oh ...

No heavenly choir
Not for me and not for you
Because I think that you know
I really think you know
I think you know the truth
Oh ...
Jeane

That we tried, and we failed
That we tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
Oh ...
Oh ...
Jeane