Shakers, we need to talk about Flight of the Conchords. Why? Because it’s a gazillion little bits of hilarious goodness stitched together with golden strands of awesomeness, all wrapped up in a big bow of brilliance and topped with a cherry of jocose absurdity. I mean, if that’s not worth talking about, wtp is?!
If you have no idea who or what Flight of the Conchords is, it’s a two-man band. And it’s a show about them. The band is fake, in the sense that they’re really comedians, even though the band is also sorta real, and the show is fake, in the sense that the real Jemaine and Bret aren’t totally stupid. But they are really Kiwis on the loose in the US. Hang on. I’ll just let HBO, which airs the show, explain:
Flight of the Conchords follows the trials and tribulations of a two man, digi-folk band from New Zealand as they try to make a name for themselves in their adopted home of New York City. The band is made up of Bret McKenzie on guitar and vocals, and Jemaine Clement on guitar and vocals.
Bret and Jemaine have moved to New York in the hope of forging a successful music career. So far they’ve managed to find a manager (whose “other” job is at the New Zealand Consulate), one fan (a married obsessive) and one friend (who owns the local pawn shop) — but not much else.
Yeah, okay. That sums it up pretty well. Except for the glaring omission about the little bits of hilarious goodness and the golden strands of awesomeness, but wev. Not everyone has a flair for gushing hyperbole. The thing is, you really just need to see the show. So there’s a full episode below, in three pieces. But if you’re at work, or don’t feel like watching a half hour of YouTubery, even if it is highly awesome Flight of the Conchords YouTubery, then here’s just a short clip to whet your whistle.
Hip-Hopopotamus vs. The Rhymenocerous
My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment
I made all of the ladies in the area pregnant!
Yeah—sometimes my lyrics are sexist
But you lovely bitches and hos should know I’m trying to correct this.
Seriously. Any more awesomeness, and I’d probably just die in a huge explosion of happiness.
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