The Pudding Club: A Photo Book
Who is The Pudding Club?
Well, they’re the hottest, rawest, most adventurous fake band to hit the scene since Spinal Tap (or possibly Muse), and their debut compact disc Counting Stars and Sheep has sold out at Tower Records around the world–well, the only one in the world. Tokyo’s flagship nine story behemoth of a store hasn’t seen a run like this since the 90s. NO MUSIC, NO LIFE!
No, who are The Pudding Club?
The Pudding Club is made up of Michael, KW, and Mad.
Michael is the chief songwriter. He sings and pretends to play lots of instruments, including the guitar, ukulele, kazoo, and recorder. He doubles as album designer (for real). KW wrote a couple of the songs and creates awkward but sweet harmonies while holding it down on the ivory keys. Mad, though new to the band and the world, lets his presence be known with grunts. He may be a baby but he plays the drums too. And he even raps on one song.
Really? A baby that raps?
No, man, don’t forget it’s a fake album. And if we had a rapping baby, we’d be RICH, selling out, and going straight tapioca.
Where did they come from?
Your wildest dreams, your darkest nightmares, Uranus, Chicago, Michigan, an intergalactic burrito, Space Camp, Kokomo-freaking-Indiana.
What sort of morality does this so called “Pudding Club” hold sacred?
Check our mission statement and our “introduction” HERE. It’s deep, and might even touch upon something real.
Why should I buy the album?
Don’t you miss albums? Not silly, pretentious vinyl (available for $16.95), but good old compact discs? Those impossible to open wrappers with the stickers on all four sides that create the anticipation that you’re about to enter a new world? The feeling of cold plastic between your fingers bloodied by the sharp edges. The companionship you feel once she’s in the player–no need to change songs, just ride it out, escape, hit cruise control, count stars and sheep, man!
Sure, the album is fake, but it’s really got a lot to offer. I mean, it’s got eleven fake songs with eleven sets of real lyrics. And each song has photos, and a lot of those photos have a baby in them. And the baby is in the fake band! Does your head hurt yet? Because I have a fake album that will take the pain away.
By the way, the baby is real.
Is 9/11 real? What about the Holocaust? Did we ever really land on the moon?
Whoa, you’re tripping–and it sounds like on something pretty bad and brown. The Pudding Club would rather you not support their fake efforts. This doctor prescribes some real music.
I’m conservative. And frugal. I’d like a preview before I buy.
You’re cheap. And need to take the cardboard out of your underwear. But, check out the PDF file HERE. (Note: It’s a Fats Domino of a file, so you’ll have to wait about 3/4 of a “Free Bird” for it to load.)
I’m sold… and confused. How do I buy it?
Ch-ch-ch-check out the link below…