A band with the name Diarrhea Planet (DP) makes you pause. As in, who would have the audacity to adopt that moniker?

A group of tatted-up horror-core thrashers that binge on Taco Bell and drink 40s until they’re lying in a pool of their own vomit. Or perhaps a weird art collective that splatters paint—and other things?!—on a giant blank canvas?

Not quite. The six dudes of Diarrhea Planet are writing some of the most melodic punk-influenced rock songs out there today.

With an unprecedented – and downright silly – four-guitar attack and a relentless rhythm section, the Nashville unit masterfully ushers shredding and feedback into the world of pop. This is a planet that more people need to live in.

But first … that name. Really, it’s a great marketing tool; you’re simply not going to forget the scatological reference.
“It’s definitely a memorable name,” guitarist Jordan Smith said with a laugh. “Once you see us and ask who we are, you’ll never forget.”

The current iteration of DP is probably the third. It first began with Smith and friend Evan P. Donahue while at Nashville’s Belmont College. They were looking to just make noise at parties, and offered experimental performances that challenged the senses and often ended up with Smith getting naked …