The Jerk Store: Pomplamoose
All of you are probably saying, "Who?" But I assure you that you've both heard and seen lots of Pomplamoose in the past month.
Here they are:

Yep, Pomplamoose are the duo comprised of Dawn Nataly and Jack Conte who are shilling Hyundais by singing their quirky versions of Christmas carols.
Through the entire holiday season, these commercials have aired every hour on every channel. Hyundai continues to run them even though today is December 29th. They make crappy music that sounds like it was made by a bunch of preschoolers. They are as likeable of a screen couple as Ashton Kutcher and Katherine Heigl in Killers.
Nataly can't stop staring into the camera like she's my 70-year old aunt. Is that supposed to be her "sexy" look? Because it's downright creepy. And I have to assume that the director was getting so little out of Nataly, that Conte tries to ratchet up the "fun" by dancing around like a tool hopped up on goofballs.
Seriously...we've had enough. So take your San Francisco faux hipster schtick and start banging on tables and tapping on your xylophones somewhere else. Preferably, the Jerk Store.
Thanks for coming and suckling Daddy's Sugar Ball...
Here they are:
Yep, Pomplamoose are the duo comprised of Dawn Nataly and Jack Conte who are shilling Hyundais by singing their quirky versions of Christmas carols.
Through the entire holiday season, these commercials have aired every hour on every channel. Hyundai continues to run them even though today is December 29th. They make crappy music that sounds like it was made by a bunch of preschoolers. They are as likeable of a screen couple as Ashton Kutcher and Katherine Heigl in Killers.
Nataly can't stop staring into the camera like she's my 70-year old aunt. Is that supposed to be her "sexy" look? Because it's downright creepy. And I have to assume that the director was getting so little out of Nataly, that Conte tries to ratchet up the "fun" by dancing around like a tool hopped up on goofballs.
Seriously...we've had enough. So take your San Francisco faux hipster schtick and start banging on tables and tapping on your xylophones somewhere else. Preferably, the Jerk Store.
Thanks for coming and suckling Daddy's Sugar Ball...


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