With the ashes of Dynachrome still smoldering, Burnt Carnage and Liable More Than Likable set to work looking for a new drummer. When the guys were playing in their respective Eugene bands, Yes Ma'am and 10 Steppin' Jains, they only provided backing vocals. With the new band in the works, they figured they'd each sing the songs they wrote. A 3 piece was much easier to manage than a 3 piece with a singer (and conversely the one band member that usually feels they don't need to move any equipment) and the only thing either really felt they needed was maybe a second guitar player to round out the sound somewhere down the line.

It wasn't long before Burnt and Liable found Chris Garcia, a mutual friend of Scotty's from Witch Throttlegush & The Green Devils, and asked him to give the new band a try. Garcia already had a room in The Palace (practice spaces in old town PDX), so Burnt and Liable moved their rigs across the hall to his room and went with the first song they all knew, a cover of "Subliminal" by hardcore greats Suicidal Tendencies. After blundering their way through the cover, they knew they had a thing going and that thing was a new band.

By this time, Burnt and Liable had moved from the recently cramped two bedroom apartment occupied by four guys, all new to Portland (Burnt, Liable, Carl & friend Andy), to a four bedroom house in Southeast Portland near the Space Room Lounge on SE 47th and Hawthorne. With the four guys now occupying a bigger space and each one having their own bedroom, it was time to figure out what to call the band. Within a few practices, all three bandmates felt pretty good about playing, but a band name was elusive.

It was then that Burnt came forward with BOMF!, an onomonopia, or a word that makes a sound. At first, Liable just laughed and proclaimed something along the lines of "that's fucking stupid, dood" and Burnt just looked sad. Then after some discussion, Burnt described it as "it's like the sound that a wet bag of flour hitting a wood floor would make". Liable then laughed and repeated his oft spoken mantra, "that's fucking stupid, dood" (or TFSD from here on out).

Then Burnt tried another description, "or, you know, the sound that a nazi skinhead makes when you drop him from a four story building". Suddenly Liable was intrigued. Burnt, being ever the salesman, then went for the coffee. "Or, it could be an acronym, like 'Bunch of Mother Fuckers'"… and with that, Burnt got his coffee. He closed the deal and Liable was sold on the name BOMF!!