Some David Happlefrank...I mean, David Hasselhoff Humor

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Rammin' it up the Hass!

LOL! There's no escape.....He's Germany's Ashlee Simpson!

 

I cannot believe you don't own this album yet!!!!!!, Reviewer: Dr. Docter "Gimme Deneuse" (Igotta, Badcays Üfluvenyü) - See all my reviews



Shame on you, world!! How could you spend so many years alive without discovering the thrilling, godlike music of David Honkerpoff?! I mean, I guess it's understandable if you live in a hut on the Outback or whatever, not being anywhere near a record store. But still.

It's nearly inexcusable that you've lived your life at school, at work, or in jail without happening on this marvelous album. The 18 tracks that grace this disk are essential to enjoying life. It's like you've lived with huge blinders on, and David has come by to remove them with his pecs. And now you can see the world as it really is: a vast, sunny bay with buff lifeguards everywhere who drive modified Trans Ams. Welcome, my friend, to reality.

The music on this thing blows, but the lyrics are what you should pay special attention to. The plaintive refrain on "Dance Dance D'amour" nearly snaps the heartstrings, and the first eleven verses of "Dü," although entirely in Belgian, make grown men cry. The entire album is like one big aural spanking. We are all left crying and stung.

So if you haven't picked up this CD yet, go to your local dollar store and pick one up.

The song "Hot Shot City" is particularly good.

 

A truly delicious offering, I must say!, May 29, 2005
Reviewer: Admiral Ozzel (The Star Destroyer Executor) - See all my reviews



Some art confronts you, forcing you to reexamine your life and see the world in a new light. This engaging, challenging type of art not only transcends one's expectations of expression but creates new forms of aural communication. This is the art invented by the one and only Darvis Hypercraft.

Like a strung out nun with no pants on, Darvis comes out screeching, scratching his arms and emitting one continuous fart in the key of D. Nearby birds die and children within earshot are scarred for life. Even unfortunate rats in his pathway commit suicide by scratching their ears out, especially during "Wir Zwei Allein."

Those who escape his first salvos of pop music are later assaulted with amateurish guitar solos and subpar drumbeats. They are then napalmed by Darvis' falsetto offerings in "The Best Is Yet To Come" and "Dance Dance D'Amour." Listeners are left with loss of bladder control and the inability to cry anymore.

Many have credited Darvis' legendary production crew for sculpting such perfect songs. I, however, suggest the magic lies in Darvis' own voice- a voice I would compare to two gorillas honking on a legless cow.

The song "Hot Shot City" is particularly good.

 

I just have to hear this song, "Hot Shot City!"

 

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