"this is where we break it down, ooooh, this is where we break it down, ahhhh"

i love me some flight of the conchords and im eagerly awaiting the second season of the show. if youve never watched it, its about these two new zealanders, jemaine and bret, w/ a folk/electronica novelty act, the flight of the conchords, who move to nyc to make it. they dont- theyre totally lame. their manager, murray, is the source of endless lolz. he begins every band meeting w/ roll call and meticulously goes over bullet items on his yellow scratch pad. jemaine and bret have little luck w/ women, dont drink or swear, and bret always wears sweaters w/ animal prints. their one friend, dave (played by arj barker), is a crude, belligerent new yorker whos always supplying the guys w/ awful advice on women and can never remember that theyre from new zealand, not "england or some shit." the conchords play gigs at electronics expos, airport lobbys, and new jersey public parks. their sole fan, mel, is wholly obsessed and devoted to them; in other words, she fucking stalks the shit out of them and is always trying to get a manage going. her husband, her one-time college professor, sometimes accompanies her on her stalks and is far too ineffectual to say or do anything about his wifes blatant erotic fixation on the guys. oh, and the dudes will randomly break into song during the course of an episode. are you sold yet? if not, here are some vids taken from a few episodes:


"hip-hopopotamus vs rhymenoceros"
bret and jemaine are about to get robbed when jemaine breaks out into a rap about being the motherflippin rhymenocerous and how its consequently ill-advised to rob them. needless to say, this is not a deterrent to their robbers.


"shes so hot (boom)"
bret gets a job as a sign holder. he has to train a n00b by the name of coco. whilst telling her about his band, he falls deep into lust w/ her and breaks into a m.i.a.-esque world jam about "boom boom lets rock the boom my eyes are zoomin my bodys boomin enough small boom lets boom the boom boom."


"inner-city pressure"
after dumpster diving for the nights meal, the boys launch into a pet shop boys-esque, synth-heavy tale about the gritty streets of nyc, complete w/ pitch-shifted refrain. "no one understands, no one sympathizes, so you just stay home and play synthesizers"


"think about it, think about it"
another rumination on the bleak realities of city life, the band sails into a smooth marvin gaye-inspired, mid-70s' slowjam, complete w/ lyrics about "kids callin each other names like 'dork'" and "people getting diseases from monkeys." and then they break it down.