Oval, the CD-skipping music
Esquivel, the groovy space-age bachelor pad music guy
Eugene Chadbourne-- his daughter was my best friend in middle school and I babysat his younger kids. When I was in the 6th grade I went to see him play at a nightclub (chaperoned by his wife, my friend's mom) and he dissected a cadaver he had made out of junk with a Ronald Reagan mask for a head and a giant purple dildo in the appropriate place. Odd, odd guy. I met Jello Biafra and Camper Van Beethoven at his house too which brings me to the next ones:
Dead Kennedys. This song rules. Too bad Jello's kind of a tool.
Camper Van Beethoven. I hope they made a lot of money off of Michael Moore. They did an album with Eugene as Camper Van Chadbourne.