Bear with me.
Ahhhhhhh. That was pleasant. With that experience fresh in your mind I present to you:
Who are they? Beats me. Apparently they come from the mysterious land of Michigan, wherever that is. What I do know is that they know how to make music. Entertaining music. Hear that synthesizer? Hear that other one? Yeah, me too. Good, neither of us are deaf.
Stepdad has an extraordinary ability to be both funny AND talented. This is of course rare, because most people who decide to start dabbling in humor to reach a new audience come off as mentally challenged and socially awkward, and the successfully funny tend to do it at the sacrifice of their musical skills. No more! Stepdad blends arpeggiated synths with upbeat/delightfully falsetto singing and a combination of metaphorical and outrageous lyrics. No joke, give it a listen.
May I recommend: My Leather, My Fur, My Nails.
May I recommend: My Leather, My Fur, My Nails.
Wow, that one's a doozy. Gets me every time. Do you begin to understand the imagineering I had you do at the beginning of this post? I mean, that IS this music. Doesn't it make you happy? Doesn't it make you want to frolic? To help old ladies cross the street? To hug a tiger? Neat. Keep listening.
I would like to thank Curtis Mackay for stumbling upon these guys.
My life is at least 2% better as a result.
I would like to thank Curtis Mackay for stumbling upon these guys.
My life is at least 2% better as a result.

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