When Storms Collide, Part III, Chapter Six: How Large Gas Balls Have Managed To Escape the Confines of My Lower Intestines To Invade Your Nostrils

The lineup: Over-wrought art-rock band Coheed & Cambria. CDs available at all Hot Topic and Hot Topic Express stores.

Fart Factor: 4 out of 10. No wind is blowing any hair here, so we know it was a meted-out squeaker. And woe is the photographer who was low to the ground. From left to right, Michael breaks his concentration at the clap of noise. Claudio maintains a facade of seriousness, although he seems to protest too much... Joshua pops his collar against the oncoming winds, and Travis takes it all in stride.

Most likely fart suspect: Travis. His side project is named "Fire Deuce." And that's all the evidence you need, really.

A sour note.

The Lineup:
The high school band plays the fight song, while one member keys up smells in the key of gross.

Fart Factor:
6 out of 10.

Most Likely Fart Suspect:
The guy in the back on the xylophone. He looks so sad! If only the sweet plinkety-plink of those keys could drown out his scent. The large redhead looks downright confused, or else is still enjoying the scent of discovery.

And look in the background: the referee even threw a flag!