Like a prancing unicorn proudly waving its erect staff in the diamond speckled rainbow colored sky, the alternative comedy-rock band Plecostomus radiates a shining beacon of light and hope penetrating the storm clouds of melodic mediocrity tenaciously gnawing on the world's musical nut sac.

Scholars have long sought to determine the appeal of this two-man band extraordinaire, yet few have been able to fully understand why so many vibrant young minds of the seemingly non-lucrative persuasion routinely turn to Pleco for unabashed truth, poignant and inspiring social and political insight, and an all around testicle-descendingly good time.

According to legend, Plecostomus was formed in the fall of 2001 when a spermatozoa named Matt met an egg named Jimmy in the uterus known as Omaha, Nebraska. After surveying the sad and boring state of music at the time of their noble emergence onto the scene, Pleco decided to entertain the masses by writing catchy and often politically incorrect songs about everything under (and including) the sun with a reckless wit and unrestricted humor stemming from an overuse of recreational stimulants and sleep deprivation.

In the winter of 2003, following two years of around-the-clock recording and masturbation, Plecostomus released their debut album, the 30 track, 80 minute masterpiece Welcome to the Ple-ground. Pleco's song Conor received regular airplay on college radio across the country, and the critical acclaim and vast wealth generated by the success of the album fueled speculation of Pleco's involvement with illicit narcotics and organized crime.

Unfortunately for Pleco, fame is a fucking whore. Following a brief stint as a member of the baroque supergroup known as "The Figs of Winter", Plecostomus lost it all by investing heavily high-yield junk bonds and RoboCop collectibles, and spent the next three years living in a dumpster behind the world-renowned Betty Ford Clinic.

But that was then...

Now it's 2008, and with dingleberries currently flexed due to the success of their sophomore album Society in General, which features their second college radio hit Fat America, Plecostomus plans to record a shit-load of new music for their new masterwork (due out in late 2008), practice once or twice in preparation for their next show, and spend what little money they legally accrue from peddling their wares trying to impress people by informing them that Plecostomus sucks.