There was just no doubt that the Horror would win Best Category-Defying band, especially with Eggbot moved to the pop category. Seriously. Although they describe their music as death lounge, there’s really no genre for lyrics like "What’s up with those old people over there?/ Get them now." Wait, what does that even mean? Really, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you freak out when you hear the Horror. If Stanley Kubrick was like, "Hey Horror, why don’t you write a new soundtrack for Clockwork Orange?" The Horror would be like, "We already did. It’s called Music to Float to Hell By." Then everyone would freak out.

The Horror not only play horrific songs, they have a sick Web site: www.horrormusic.com. Check out the drawings and frontman/guru Ricky Boy Floyd’s rants. You’ll never be the same. Portland can’t get enough of the Horror’s live show. You guys in the Horror need to give up your day jobs (kidding! We know you can’t hold down day jobs) to satiate the salivating fans. We want to be horrified. Right now.

Runners up: Confusatron, Dreadnaught