"Grilled Blowfish Testicles" ... Heck of a name for a band.
Yeh. I mean, I really can’t see sitting down to the table, taking a great big swig of an Asahi Dry, and announcing, “I’ll have a big steaming plate of grilled blowfish testicles, please!” Even in Japanese. My luck, it would appear in big capital letters on my death certificate when they collected my body from the coroner. In red crayon. “Stupid Gaijin die of eating grilled blowfish testicles. Hah hah!” They’re still laughing at getting us to eat raw fish...