Remember the day when you stopped playing the kazoo because you were annoying yourself so much that seeing the agony on the face of others just wasn’t worth the pain anymore?
While this might have been the case for 99.5% of the hearing population, for the other .5%, they can now amplify their musical stylings, almost guaranteeing their untimely and gruesome end at the hands of a neighbor driven bat-poop crazy.
And it’s called HUMMbucker. Did we mention that?
Know what, though? If this is your thing, you rock that kazoo, rock the kazoo like it’s never been rocked before.
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