Blue Öyster Cult, known to friends as BÖC, is best known for their songs “(Don’t Fear) The Reaper”, “Godzilla”, and “Burnin’ For You”, and lesser known for “Mirrors” and “Lips In The Hills”.
Originally called Soft White Underbelly from 1967-1971, they started out in Long Island, New York, until someone in the band decided Blue Öyster Cult was more apt for the sound they created. I have to imagine drugs or dementia helped in this branding decision process. Apparently, Blue Öyster Cult is an anagram of “Cully Stout Beer”. Stoners.
In 1981, BÖC (we’re friends) suffered from “Video Killed The Radio Star” syndrome and found themselves in that gutter below the gutter. In 1987, in an act very similar to John Denver’s death [See John Denver Omelet], they were dropped by their label, CBS.
Yeah, they’re still around, and if you’re fortunate (or unfortunate, depending on your stance), you may see them at a local state fair or a super glitzy bar mitzvah of their agent’s nephew.
I have to imagine that if Saturday Night Live didn’t run the “cowbell” sketch, Blue Öyster Cult would be less cult and more something closer to dead.
And now, a wacky pop music daffynition:
Blue Öyster Cultimatum
blōō ˈois/tər kəl/tə/ˈmā/dəm
The most insignificant demand or statement of terms for the rejection of which will result in retaliation or a breakdown in relations.
synonyms: empty threat, meaningless, equivalent to an eyeroll
“Donald Trump laid down a serious Blue Öyster Cultimatum about loyalty to James Comey, from which Comey walked away from, which resulted in his firing.”
“Blue Öyster Cultimatums are a waste of time and breath, a better statement would be to binge watch Perfect Strangers, and discover all your similarities with cousin Balki Bartokomous.”