dada-ist music at its most ambiguous.
we are lop lop.
we are the birdmen.
the band was formed from the animated fallen tail feathers of a phoenix that sacrificed itself to stem the tide of zombies which were laying siege to all colonized land in wave after bloody wave.
the heroic phoenix hurtled itself towards the earth like a blazing feather pillow, expelling feathers willy nilly as it plummeted through the air. the scattered feathers survived the ensuing carnage with relative ease, owing to their flame resistant nature.
in the aftermath of the zombie's either assumed defeat or starvation, the feathers decided they were lonely; as they were just feathers and strewn about unable to reach each other for company. it was then that the feathers decided that it was time to take shape and alleviate their boredom.
these feathers, now able to walk about and do as they will, called themselves the birdmen for various and plentiful assorted reasons, the least of which being that they were referencing the place from whence they came, that place being a flaming bird's ass.
soon the birdmen grew tired of the ways they could amuse themselves, so they all came together at the behest of a mighty summons and discussed amongst themselves what they must do. at the end of a very long and bombastic debate that took far too long as nothing was actually said, someone had somehow decided and slipped it past his brethern that the only logical recourse was to create another being. a being that was not a birdmen like them.
that being that was created was Lop Lop.
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