These four blokes are not telly evangelists. They are not the maths faculty at Stanford. Nor are they the committee at Royal Melbourne Golf Club.
No, you might be surprised to know that for the best part of forty years, but mainly in the early seventies, these four respectable looking gentlemen have been four of the funniest people on this blue orb: The Firesign Theatre.
Keeping it short, you can get the full oil here, TFS (Phil Austin, Peter Bergman, David Ossman and Philip Proctor) emerged from LA radio in the late Sixties before producing a string of multilayered vinyl masterpieces that stand up to stacks of listens.
TFS were certainly better in their early days, so here are five albums you simply must listen to:
Don't Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers
How Can You Be In Two Places At Once When You're Not Anywhere At All?
Think The Goons meet The Simpsons meet Monty Python meet the Warners cartoonies meet Stan Freberg meet the Zucker Abrahams comedies and then throw them all at Phillip Marlow, Sam Spade, aliens, game shows, James Joyce, W. C. Fields, Marlon Brando, California of course, Nazis of courser, you name it.
From How Can You Be In Two Places - The Further Adventures Of Nick Danger, Third Eye:
Hopefully it's not a picture of Gilchrist, Hayden, Ponting and Lee in 2015, as part of the Ashes starting XI.
Posted by: nick | 08 November 2007 at 10:41
If it is we're either in massive trouble or those four are the best four cricketers ever.
Posted by: Tony T. | 08 November 2007 at 11:28
And at almost exactly the same time the same kind of sonic crime of which I'm rather fond was being perpetrated across the pond.
And guess what I've just amazoned for the next grogflog?
Posted by: Nabakov | 08 November 2007 at 23:48
I was initially going to include the Bonzos in the post, but they don't deserve it. Too much of their stuff is dreadful. Gimme Spike Jones.
Although, this clip has an esteemed audience.
Posted by: Tony T. | 09 November 2007 at 10:36