But redundant Rowan and Martin references aside, this reader urges you to just sample the wondrous musical world of Hobbitcock. You will thrill to every angelic note that pours forth from their god-like collective mouth. As if from a cleft-chinned gravy boat, the songs they sing drench a melody with the thick, viscous sauce of their talent. Eardrums quiver in ecstasy as they honk and wheeze their way through 18 chart-topping hits. I am comfortable in my sexuality to declare that Hobbitcock is truly a centaur of the pop world. They can ring my dingy anyday!
-Posted by Antoni Jaume at February 8, 2005 09:19 PM
Jason 24 dicembre 2004 12:00