Best Band That Doesn't Really Exist

100,000 Leagues Under My Nutsack

Who is that freaky guy -- the one gazing at us creepily from the walls of Cleveland's finer rock-and-roll-hellhole bars and indie record stores? The guy with "100,000 Leagues Under My Nutsack" scrawled across his giant forehead. Turns out he's the poster boy for an imaginary band, the side project of local musician Robbie Stevens. It's hard to find 100,000's CD, Welcome to the Fold, these days, despite its brilliant song titles like "Ace Frehley's Attack of the Meat People" and "Licking the Balls of Satan Out on the Open Highway"; word is, Stevens took all his copies back from local record stores when he briefly moved to L.A. But his bumper stickers have left a leering legacy all over town.