Monkey Throw Feces was formed in 1972 by three howler monkeys strung out on crack. The band broke up after only one show wherein they pelted the unamused audience with feces.
Twenty five years later, two mental patients reformed the band, inspired by a temporary tattoo found in a box of Botan Rice Candy. Having no original members, a completely different sound, and only two good eyes between them, they were an instant success in the underground trip-hop/jazz funk/bluegrass/electronica scene in Djibouti’s famed “Raisinette District”.
The filthy duo, known only by their birth names of Jor-El and Gut-Bucket, plagued the scene with their unique blend of insanity and madness. But it was for their emotionally scarring nude scenes that the pair secured their first million.
Yodelling Llama would like to present the “finger in the socket” sound of Monkey Throw Feces. Also note solo work by stranded-in-Idaho Monkey Throw Feces member Gut-Bucket.
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Monkey Throw Feces
A catchy yet awkward tribute to a poet.
Newborn Found by a Carnivorous Duck
A man gives birth. A duck field strips a skull. And madness is necessary.
The recording artist known as GiGi assisted us here.
The Meatball Song
Haiku, digeredoo, RC Cola, and They Might Be Giants are smashed together to create something.
Take a Nap
An endangered Djiboutian dialect rears its ugly head and convinces you to sleep.
A Whale Song
How many whale varieties can you name?
Everyone’s least favorite playwright deserves a little more respect. Everyone’s favorite playwright deserves a little less respect. And Matthew Broderick’s equine wife deserves what’s coming to her.
Sad Pop Song
Misery loves company. Misery loves catchy tunes.
Slayer always needed power to get their point across. Our genius lies in needing only Baskin Robbins’ prepacked pints and Joe Strummer’s shriveled popsicle.
An entry point into the wild world of motorcross grizzly/chocolate jelly bean pornographic comic strips. Indulge your fantasies.
In Which Bear Encounters a Useful Tree and a Tasty Fish
A.A. Milne loves each and every one of you. Deeply, and with firm fruit. Soothe the beast.
The conflict in Israel inspired this number. And the groundless world of the Jetsons.
J. Pierpont Unwittingly Stumbles Upon a Christmas Classic Amidst a Bean Eating Festival Featuring George Wendt (or “Jingle Fart”)
George Wendt, of Cheers fame, is one of our favourite bean-eaters. And J. Pierpont is a bloody musical genius. So we decided to have them meet. They hit it off, of course. George turned out to be quite the necrophiliac.
Holly Hunter really inspired us on this one.
We wrote this song while touring through Swiss Alps’ many monasteries. One chap (by the name of Father Gregor, if I recall correctly) attempted to feed us sausages. Imagine the gall.
Shave the Digital Alphabet
We really grew to love barbershop electronica during our Thailand tour. And Sesame Street. All those sexy little child prostitutes.
Ode to Art Garfunkel
Art resembles life, and this track resembles art. So shall we complete the circle? Shall we say that life resembles this song? We shall. Circles are cool.
We’re Not Going to a Grammar Rodeo
That was just an alibi Milton.
There You Go Again (Sucking On My Cock)
Fellatio is less pleasurable immediately after fellatio.
Calculus is fundamental.
She Ain’t Lookin’
Japanese cuisine nearly always leads to art.