If ska-punk had an extremely wild, passionate, sweaty orgy sex with metal, world music, pop, and dick jokes, then the Oemons would be their understandably conflicted and totally demented love child.
Formed in 2004, they entertained delusions of grandeur and rockstardom and started jamming in hopefully soundproof rehearsal studios and blackmailing relatives into letting them play at birthday parties. They eventually managed to get gigs thanks to desperate prods looking for replacement bands willing to play at the last minute after way more talented bands have backed out. Going against logic and good taste they have inexplicably not disbanded yet, though it won’t be long from now we’re sure. Unfortunately until that happens, poor audiences all over the Metro will have to bear with the Oemons and their songs about Love, Friendship, and Shawarma.