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Even when Conchords has an off week, which I think we can all agree this was, watching it is still a breath of fresh New Zealand air. The way they approach comedy is so laid back I’m almost more impressed by the delivery of the straight lines than the actual jokes. You get the feeling they would say during production, “Laugh… or don’t… really whatever you want is fine. Should we do another take… if that’s OK?” I’ll take this approach nine times out of ten as getting beaten over the head with laugh lines (most of which aren’t particularly funny) is one of the biggest problems with television comedies of late.
The songs this week did a great job of illustrating the duo’s strengths in being able to mine comedy from genre styles more than clever lyric writing (not that I didn’t find the lyrics clever, but really anything coming the week after “Rhymenocerous and Hiphopapotomus” is going to seem bland by comparison). Still, the way — particularly Jermaine — so easily adapts to familiar cadences of a particular style is impressive to say the least.
Despite the episode’s reliance on one or two plot-points we had all ready seen from the first week, there were still some rock-solid moments with Murray (like his tour of New York bandshells) and Mel (Kristin Schaal’s intensity just kills me).
The episode was by no means Entourage-like in its awfulness, but coming on the tails of last-weeks highly quotable and brilliantly funny mugging-tale, I have to admit that I’m a tad let down.