Shit on toast for people who think 'quirky' isn't a term of contempt.
Resurrected from spod hell, hideously whiny nerd-ramalam from a band who’ve been making socially-inadequate indie-pop since a time when the singers of Weezer and Wheatus didn’t even have to wear glasses. There are few things more irritating than the kind of bands who fall over themselves trying to be cool, but the kind of bands who fall over trying to be uncool is one of them.
They Might Be Giants are the sinister, asexual, infantile little big daddies of the scene and this record (the theme from the apparently funny American sitcom [I]Malcolm In The Middle[/I]) is shit on toast for people who think ‘quirky’ isn’t a term of contempt. Breathe deep. And rest.