HOODYBAH! HOODYBAH! HOODYBAH! MY RICK-SHAW! HOODYBAH! HOODYBAH! HOODYBAH! MY RICK-SHAW! DROP DR-DRAH-DROP DR DROP DR-DRAH-DROP DR DRAP DR DROP DAT DOOKIE BOMB
"this band is the pcp that will fuel your next gangbang" - rolling stone
"...hitler's vagina..." - spin
"i felt like i was eating bat poop, then when the song was over, i had to actually go and eat some bat poop to feel okay again" - cream magazine
"Koji Kondo is the band the Beatles wished they were when someone shot one of them for actually being in a good band... because the members of Koji Kondo move faster than bullets. I give this album ten stars." - wallpaper magazine
"If beethoven is music's grandfather, willy nelson is her midwife, Grandmaster Flash is her uncle and Nickelback are her adoptive parents, Koji Kondo just won a Geo Metro." - blender
"music that begs to be the gasoline the common man pours on his heart and genitals. an indispensable country biscuit of an oeuvre." - pitchfork
"this band's music is like a house with chocolate doors. I am afraid to live there, yet I dare you to lock me within." - the drudge report
"I'm not even sure if I would call this music. Then again I wear hats on my feet and shoes on my hands, and I live on the moon, and I don't call those things hands, feet, shoes, hats or the moon either, I call them dicks, which is what I'd call this music. As good any of black flag's early dicks." - Rudolfo Keiniski, from the surface of the dicks
GRENDEL THE MOVIE SCENE: "GRENDEL GOES HUNTING" MUSIC: GOPSIHW
"I feel my anger coming back, building up like invisible fire, and at last, when my soul can no longer resist, I go up-as mechanical as anything else - fists clenched against my lack of will, my belly growling, mindless as wind, for blood. I swim up through the firesnakes, hot dark whalecocks prowling the luminous green of the mere, and I surface with a gulp among churning waves and smoke. I crawl up onto the bank and catch my breath. It's good at first to be out in the night, naked to the cold mechanics of the stars. Space hurls outward, falconswift, mounting like an irreversible injustice, a final disease. The cold night air is reality at last; indifferent to me as a stone face carved on a high cliff wall to show that the world is abandoned."
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