Once, on Facebook I wrote:
Every time I read about that movie about the owls from Ga’Hoole I think about “Meet her at the Love Parade” by da Hool.
Which makes me imagine, what if there were a flock of Teutonic, Ecstasy’d out, glitter-covered owls flying from the Love Parade o’er Western Europe to da HOOL’s stylings? Perhaps then they would be, DA WHOOOOOL?
( beware brief, freewheeling European levels of nudity, prob. NSFW )