Thunk (The Band)

Thunk was a short-lived and wholly inessential band. Most people who heard their music threw up or joined the navy.

Fun Facts

All members of Thunk were amoral, nihilistic jerks.
The band was terribly superstitious. Before every show, each one of the band members had to stomp on wine glass filled with onion rings.
Most people thought the band was a joke, but what they didn't realize was that it wasn't a joke and that the band members were actually laughing at the people who were laughing at something that was purposefully unfunny.
They wore masks because they were ashamed.
Wichtatolapepl, the invisible Mayan trumpet player, didn't really exist.

AKA - The "two-FBI-looking-guys-holding-the-hands-of-the-little-alien-looking-guy-with-thunk-scrawled-above-it" album.

The lyrics for this song were stolen from something somebody sent us that they found on a Subgenius BBS. Needless to say, they were the best lyrics of any of our songs.
The "guitar "riff"" was accomplished without any effort, whatsoever.
To provide some much-needed weight to Craig's boyish bleat, we used a pitchshifter, tuned an octave below, on the vocals in the chorus. As a side note, Craig's testicles finally descended normally and due to his carton-a-day unfiltered cigarette habit, he can now sing in any pitch the assitive device will allow.

This song was actually interesting when we played it live or in practice. It started out with a repeating pattern on a delay pedal with the feedback turned all the way up so that it just kept getting louder and louder. When we recorded it, we didn't use that because we were too stupid to figure out how to do it.
Although we'd been playing this song for at least a year when we recorded it, Dan and Craig managed to add an extra verse in laying down the rhythm track. Being the perfectionists that we were, we left it that way and instead of writing new lyrics, I did what you hear on the original track. Perfectionists.

I think we thought this was biting social commentary, but I don't really know because Craig wrote the lyrics.
The guitar was played through a wah-wah pedal because I had one.

Craig had annoying "friends" who sang this children's song and we made it into this equally annoying adult song. Again, for no real reason. I especially didn't understand because the "friends" were female and Craig was gay.
The song references Jack Benny, who had a racist caricature of a butler named Rochester, which incidentally is the name of the city that shunned us throughout our career.

If you listen to only one of our songs, please let it be one of the others.
Craig sang his parts of this song in a mock British accent for reasons that were never clear. I've heard that some people actually thought Craig was British, but it was actually because of his hygiene.
I stole the phrase "Above the Grass" from one of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy books, but not one of the funny ones.
As in most of our songs, the drumming here is definitely the best part. Thanks, Dan! Sorry we weren't nicer to you then!

I can play accordion about as well as I can speak French. Which is what this song is actually about.
I lived in fear that my high school French teacher would somehow hear this song.

I don't think the guitar sounds particularly retarded in this song. I also feel guilty having typed that.

I tried to model the opening riff after the music that accompanied anything vaguely Native-American-y on Tom & Jerry. You don't need to tell me that I failed, I know.
If you noticed that the chorus seems wholly unrelated to the rest of the song, then not only is your hearing unimpaired, but you seemingly are capable of some rudimentary conscious thought. Good job!
We avoided clever wordplay and long-winded lyrics in an attempt to appeal to the Japanese and Swedes.

All of the rest of the songs were filler. If you liked any of them, then frankly I'm surprised that you can work a computer.