Bret? Yep. Jemaine? Yeah, obviously. Murray? Present.


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, what 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 hey–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 the fold, 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.

[A new episode of Flight of the Conchords airs tonight on HBO at 10:30EST.]

Episode One:

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I had real reservations about this show since it’s a formula that Tenacious D had perfected domestically, but like The Office, it proves that two similarly premised acts can indeed coexist. This show is the funniest thing on the tube. We’ve been so focused on the wreck that is John from Cinci, that we’ve fogotten to talk about this. Last nights episode had me in tears. The band meetings are great!

That first clip was hilarious. Another reason I should pony up and pay for HBO.

Melissa, it’s funny you reviewed this show! (I’m not sure that it’s a gazillion little bits of hilarious goodness funny, but, funny in its own way….cuz….every time I watch this show I think of you and wonder if you love it.

So far, for me, it’s been hit or miss. I either totally get it and think it’s a riot or don’t get any of it and think it’s dumb. That could just be my mood at the moment, though.

I’ve gotta watch it though because I love Jemaine. All I have to do is look at his face, which usually has no expression at all and I just crack up.

I’ve only had a chance to watch one episode of Conchords, but I found it to be thoroughly entertaining, a nice riff on the Tenacious D formula.

And it has given me renewed hope for HBO after the shockingly uninteresting John from Cincinnati.

Truly a gazillion bits of hilarious goodness.

In the future there is only one dance - The Robot.

And the Robot Boogie….

Okay, two dances…..

Genius!

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