While Flight of the Conchords first hammered out their reputation from behind the relative safety of acoustic guitars, blithely
billed as a “folk comedy” act, nowadays their musical style runs rampant, unchecked. Judging from the range displayed on their
sophomore album I Told You I Was Freaky, Flight of the Conchords have yet to unearth a genre which can withstand their artistry.
Unflinching in their lyrical stance, sophisticated with their arrangements, crafting melodies which always lodge firmly in the
frontal lobe: Flight of the Conchords have here created 13 best-selling ringtones, humbly masquerading as songs. Their rhymes
are fearless, their thesauruses dog-eared. Only cool, confident specimens of manhood such as these could drop three-dollar
vocabulary busters like “dungarees” and “pantaloons” while still mesmerizing the ladies with their undulating “Sugalumps.” Vivid
imagery? Check: The ardent “Angels” should spur listeners to think twice the next time they consider catching a snowflake on
their tongues. Better still, the amorous odyssey of the album’s zenith, “We’re Both in Love with a Sexy Lady,” unfolds before the
listener’s very ears in real time; Flight of the Conchords are making history, and You! Are! There!
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