Pomplamoose: "Pas Encore?" Jamais Encore Is More Like It

Granted, these two hipster-stains on the underwear of humanity are not wearing those RECTangular hipster glasses, but everything else about them (including/especially) the fact that they are WHORES of the lowest nature is repugnant. We present these recordings (Which have been shoved down our ears w/o pause for wks. now, resulting not in a desire to purchase a Hyundai, but in a statistically significant increase in our average mute button response time.) only as evidence. You are advised not to click, & we will not be responsible for nausea, vomiting, or the inability to obtain erection/lubrication for the rest of your natural lives.And upon taking the trouble to find this effluvia, we are at least led to believe that this is some established recording/performing duo, by the name of "Pomplamoose."

Absolute proof that they is hoors: They will do it for any foreign auto manufacturers.We announce herewith a death panel fatwa on both their houses. Seriously. If these two awful creeps are w/in the sound of our voice, they'd better move somewhere those damn scarves & knit caps will be of use. Soon.

More inane research: This is part of a horseshit

new medium known as the “VideoSong”. VideoSongs follow two simple rules:

What you see is what you hear (no lip-syncing for instruments or voice), and if you hear it, at some point you see it (no hidden sounds).

Pomplamoose’s VideoSongs can be found on YouTube along with other traditional music videos, but there’s something so amazing and endearing about watching musicians create an organic sound without the heavy hand of a producer or record label. At first glance, Pamplemoose is just a couple of musicians from San Francisco making unique VideoSongs for a generation of YouTubers; but their music is actually quite brilliant.

Huh, what? No lip-synching? But what is "multi-tracked and mixed for your listening pleasure," if not the moral equivalent of Milli Vanilli? Or the Village People? Or shit?

Also: San Francisco. It figures. And, more unintentional irony: "watching musicians create an organic sound without the heavy hand of a producer or record label." Nope, just the iron fist of some twenty-nothing schmucks at the advertising agency trimming your drivel to 30 secs. for the commercial.

No jury of our actual peers would convict us.