“Flight of the Conchords”
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I actually first heard about Flight of the Conchords when the New Zealand-based comedy duo was promoting its HBO series on myspace.com. Of course, I paid no mind to this at the time; I just figured it was another mindless program pandering to trend-watching teenagers. It was, in fact, several months later that I grew aware of my folly. A friend of mine was listening to “Business Time,” a song from the group’s Aug. 2007 EP, “The Distant Future.”

“Business Time,” also included on the new record, is by far the greatest thing Flight of the Conchords has ever done. The song is full of “win and leetness” — in other words, it’s wicked awesome. It’s a Barry White-esque groove that gives an honest and humorous look at the mating rituals of married folks, or people in otherwise long-term, committed relationships. The song opens with a familiar circumstance of anyone who’s been in that type of relationship: “Girl, tonight we’re gonna make love/ You know how I know/ Because it’s Wednesday/ And Wednesday night is the night that we usually make love.” It only becomes more hilarious from there, describing how the rest of the evening unfolds.

I greatly looked forward to the release of the duo’s full-length, self-titled album, hoping to hear more of the same. Well, it’s not exactly more of the same, but a lot of it is very good. The group’s style manages to cover most bases, with some R&B, hip-hop, folk and rock, complete with a hilarious riff on David “Ziggy Stardust” Bowie on its next-to-last track, “Bowie.”

I wasn’t especially pleased with the musical aspect of about half of the songs on the track list, but the lyrics more than make up for it. These guys are seriously funny.

Some songs succeed in both aspects, such as “Robots,” about what the world would be like in the year 2000 if robots had taken over the world and destroyed all the humans. Another song that really stands out above the others is “Leggy Blonde.” “Everyday I look across the office floor/ There you were/ Your hair down to your legs/ And your legs down to the floor,” the singer begins as he laments the departure of his eye candy coworker. I especially enjoy this sweet, melodic track because about a minute into the song, he slips in some very random lyrics that seem completely irrelevant: “I had a budgy but it died/ Whoa ah whoa/ I like pie.”

It’s music like this that makes me really happy to be a part of this particular generation. Though, I’m still mildly upset that I had to miss out on the ’70s.