Great name for a band
Inconsequential Shit
The story
Inconsequential Shit was formed in the dimly lit basement of a crumbling apartment block in Portland, Oregon, during the winter of 2019. The members—Jasper (vocals/guitar), Lou (bass), and Nine (drums)—bonded over endless cups of gas station coffee and a mutual disdain for bands that took themselves too seriously. Inspired by found poetry, late-night rants, and the hum of malfunctioning appliances, they wrote songs about the overlooked and underwhelming moments that make up real life.
With a name chosen from a crumpled list of rejected band monikers found behind a laundromat, Inconsequential Shit embraced the beauty in mediocrity. Their live shows became infamous for mid-song debates on the merits of store-brand cereal and crowds encouraged to shout their daily frustrations into the void. The band’s philosophy: nothing is too small or silly to be sung about.
Laundry Day Blues
Verse (C – G – Am – F) C G Woke up to a pile of socks Am F Can’t find a pair, can’t find my thoughts C G Loose change in the dryer drum Am F Spinning stories, coming undone C G Detergent stains on my favorite tee Am F Maybe that’s a metaphor for me C G Yesterday’s jeans, tomorrow’s plans Am F Fold ‘em up best I can Chorus (F – G – C – Am) F G Laundry day blues, C Am Spinning my mind, nothing new F G Colors all run, C Am Guess I’ll just hang here till I’m done F G Laundry day blues, C Am Sock missing, and I’m missing you F G Tumble and spin, C Am Start it all over again Verse (C – G – Am – F) C G Lint in my pocket, phone on the floor Am F Heard your voice outside my door C G Fading away like the print on my shirt Am F Just another stain, just another hurt Repeat Chorus
Biggest fan
Our favorite fan is Molly Spence, who once camped out in front of the laundromat for a week just to see where we wrote our first EP. She says, “Inconsequential Shit makes me feel like the mundane matters—that every mismatched sock is a story, every coffee stain a badge of living. When I blast ‘Laundry Day Blues,’ I forget about deadlines and just sing along to the spin cycle of my own life. No one else could make me proud of my ordinary.”
Molly became our favorite after she organized an ‘Inconsequential Parade’—an annual march where people carry banners about their smallest annoyances. She says we’re her favorite because “they make my everyday existence feel like front-page news—and they never judge my love of beige cardigans.”