If you've got Macromedia Shockwave installed, you're already listening to a special condensed version of the new CD from Duck's Breath Mystery Theatre: The Most Stimulating Thing You Can Do With Your Head. (Full length RealAudio versions of a few cuts are further down the page.) This little plastic disc contains simply the finest and funniest recorded moments in the 20 year history of DBMT. It's an aural cornucopia of laser-targeted lampoonery, surrealistic shtick and just good old-fashioned yuks -- served up in stream of 90 second chunks for comedy connoisseurs on the go, or people with attention deficit disorder, whichever comes first. This is the first time the Ducks have appeared on CD, and we've winnowed and sifted the repertoire to offer the creme de la comedy, the phoenix of funny, the... well, you get the idea.
If you're not already a DBMT fan, if you've
landed on this page by some happy accident [maybe you
did an Alta Vista search for "lampoonery"?] you might be asking yourself, "Who or what is Duck's
Breath Mystery Theatre?"
It (they? whatever...) is/are a troupe of comedy performers, dubbed the "American Monty Python" by Newsweek, and perhaps best known for a trio of characters spawned from the group's shows: caustic cultural commentator Ian Shoales, burnout-sage Randee of the Redwoods, and that master of erroneous erudition, Dr. Science.
While all those gentlemen* do appear on the CD, the disc focuses on the Ducks' ensemble work. If you only know Ian, Randee and the good Doctor, you don't really know Duck's Breath. Which means you're in for quite a treat, because HomeMade Radio has enough wit-per-second to pop wheelies inside your skull.
Check this page for future developments.
We want you to come back.
We want you to love Duck's Breath.
We want you to need Duck's Breath.
We want you to buy the damn CD.
After all, Duck's Breath Mystery Theatre
began by performing for free beer at Gabe's Tap in Iowa City, Iowa. And
we've shown a willingness to exchange genius for suds for
over twenty years. The problem, of course, is that
you can't deliver beer through
* Well, none of the Ducks are exactly gentlemen ... but we had a big argument about what to call them, and with the guys holding out for terms like "gigga-hunks" and "rod gods" things were looking pretty dicey... until we reminded them that their Mom's might see this page, at which point we compromised on the present terminology. (ed.) [back]
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