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Flight of the Conchords’ difficult second album follows a difficult second series: I told you I was Freaky is a selection of choice tracks from the sitcom, as with the previous self-titled effort, and unsurprisingly follows the same trajectory as the show, inevitably falling a little short of the excellent previous effort, though remaining very funny.
‘Hurt feelings’ is a hilarious start: a rap song in the vein of the last CD’s ‘Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros’, though with more of an angle than the white-boys-trying-to-rap cliché (which the pair still do pretty well). ‘We’re both in love with a sexy lady’ is as funny here as it is on the series; a well-executed parody of R Kelly’s ‘trapped in the closet’. There is, in fact, a noticeable increase of direct parody in this effort (see also ‘Sugalumps’ and ‘you don’t have to be a prostitute’, the latter a great riff on The Police’s ‘Roxanne’). The title track isn’t actually a particularly strong point of the record – whereas the gleefully daft electro-dance of ‘too many dicks on the dancefloor’ undoubtedly is.