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this is where the party ends

A clever, funny, but not entirely friendly review of the TMBG oeuvre at Complete Idiot’s Guide to They Might Be Giants:
Don’t let’s start with praise; let’s start with insults:

Nerds. Geeks. Art majors. Jingle writers.

For a lot of folks (your author included, at first), that pretty much sums up They Might Be Giants — the prolific darlings of college radio who launched themselves two decades back by recording a silly song a day on their answering machine.

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