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.
If you’d like to show your support using kind words, send them to mtf@yodellingllama.com or post some kind of comment on the band’s mySpace profile or this page. If you’d like to show your support using cold, hard cash, please buy a copy of the band’s EP (released May 17th, 2005), a sticker, or a shirt at the band’s CafePress store.
Monkey Throw Feces
G. Love and Special Sauce of Arabia Blues
Is Monkey Throw Feces the new Sigur Ros? This song takes a stab at an answer.
Lord Byron
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.
Fire
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?
David Mamet
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.
acoustic/electric
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.
Refreshing
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.
Pop Song #42
When you pop, you just can’t stop. At least not until Douglas Adams gives the heads up. And he’s dead, so you’ll just have to wait.
Plain Astro
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.
Slide Whistle
Holly Hunter really inspired us on this one.
Gregorian Monkey
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.
Gut-Bucket
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.
Fundamental
Calculus is fundamental.
She Ain’t Lookin’
Japanese cuisine nearly always leads to art.
[...] Expect at least two new Monkey Throw Feces songs as a Christmas present sometime tomorrow. Jor-El and I are still trying to put the finishing touches on. [...]
Pingback by Yodelling Llama » Blog Archive » Christmas. — December 24, 2005 @ 10:13 pm
[...] As promised, there are now three new Monkey Throw Feces songs for your listening displeasure: “Lord Byron,” “Fire,” and “Newborn Found by a Carnivorous Duck.” [...]
Pingback by Yodelling Llama » Blog Archive » New songs. — December 26, 2005 @ 8:56 pm
[...] I recorded a song yesterday. It’s called “We’re Not Going to a Grammar Rodeo.” I sent it to Jor-El, the other half of Monkey Throw Feces, for approval. He described it as “ow.” You may too. [...]
Pingback by Yodelling Llama » Blog Archive » “We’re Not Going to a Grammar Rodeo.” — April 16, 2006 @ 12:32 pm
[...] Why do I mention this? Back when I was still actively recording aural garbage for Monkey Throw Feces, I recorded a song, under my “Gut-Bucket” alias, called “Michelangelo Cannot Paint.” I never released it, to my knowledge. I believe I sent it to my brother, who promptly grew irritated by it. And then I forgot about it. [...]
Pingback by Yodelling Llama » Blog Archive » “Michelangelo Cannot Paint.” — August 14, 2006 @ 3:03 pm
[...] Got an email from a filmmaker named David Schendel last week, asking whether he could use Monkey Throw Feces’s “David Mamet” for the closing credits for his upcoming film. Why? Apparently the film is about David Mamet. Or, more precisely, a couple of characters are stuck inside David Mamet’s computer, and can only get out with a part in a David Mamet play. Apparently Roger and my “heinous” song fits rather well. [...]
Pingback by Yodelling Llama » Blog Archive » Closing theme: “David Mamet.” — September 5, 2006 @ 9:59 pm
[...] Note: I found the accompanying music on archive.org. The artist is apparently named The Devil in Miss Jones, but features Fats Bob Trumpet. The song is apparently named “Half an Hour Is for Free.” I used it because (1) it appears with an Attribution Noncommercial license, (2) it appears on a “porn music” compilation, and (3) it sounds, at least in part, like a more polished Monkey Throw Feces. [...]
Pingback by Yodelling Llama » Blog Archive » Santa is Coming to Town. — January 5, 2008 @ 11:26 am
[...] Drove around Tumwater with my camera, listening to NPR’s King Day broadcast. The result is definitely “art” in the Monkey Throw Feces sense. [...]
Pingback by Yodelling Llama » Blog Archive » “The Negro’s Legitimate Discontent.” — January 21, 2008 @ 6:42 pm
[...] Monkey Throw Feces [...]
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[...] This post was mentioned on Twitter by Mark Burstiner, Stephen Lau. Stephen Lau said: sadly @Rdio does not yet have Monkey Throwing Feces in its library: http://bit.ly/fyFaGO [...]
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