They Might Be Giants

Who wouldn't appreciate the appeal of the band They Might Be Giants, with their pseudo play on the rhetoric of fingertips, gingerly stepping into space suits, their mingling of Nostradamus and the evil twin, brassing the phallic statue, and the old number 'palindromic poem on the death of mum'... Oh but this is merely conjecture.

You might enjoy They Might's recent round of "venue songs", here. 'Orange peel' from Asheville is particularly heartwarming.