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Flynt Flossy’s “Treat Me Like a Pirate”

The stream of seemingly-more-and-more-deliberate mediocrity from Turquoise Jeep continues with 2013’s most forgettable banger that you are going to find yourself singing to yourself one day, recognize what it is, and wonder how the hell you got here. Let me smang it.

One thing: it’s 2013, guys. Get with the HD. This standard def shit is whack.

Yung Humma’s “Lemme Smang It” and others

I can’t tell if this is some elaborate joke or if these guys are serious. Just watching the video seems to point toward it being a joke. But then you go check out their Youtube channel and their website and their Twitter and it starts to get weird.

For example, take “Lemme Smang It”. This video is so patently retarded it can’t possibly be anything but parody. Everything is bad about it. So bad, in fact, that I thought it was deliberate, that they were making a joke. How could anyone look at this video and think, “Man, we are making some tremendous art here. The world will shudder when our magnum opus, ‘Lemme Smang It,’ is unleashed.” They didn’t. They couldn’t have. I just refuse to believe it.

Everything about the production screams “joke.” The zooms, the shitty composites, standard definition, the dancing, the fake beard, the titles, the faces they’re making. Christ, I’m still not convinced it’s not a joke.

And then you have “Fried or Fertilized”.

Again, same thing. So bad it MUST be a joke.

And then there’s “Happy Sexgiving” (Really.)

And “Can He Move It Like This”.

And finally, the real icing on this confusing cake, “Go Grab My Belt”.

Ok ok ok. Stop. Of course, all of this is a complete joke right? It has to be! It’s even a good joke. I am laughing! Ha! Ha! Ha….? Because then I watched this:

My faith in the sureness of the joke has been shaken. This guy is not joking. Not joking at all. He’s 100% dead serious about the music they’re making at Turquoise Jeep.

Holy living fuck.

Go over to their Youtube page and watch some more of these things and then tell me that they aren’t, in some perverse oddball way, totally serious about this stuff. Clearly, they’re having fun doing this, but they are also definitely taking it seriously. It makes me nervous.

“MAAAAAAAAAANNNN, I love those stretchy pants.”