By Delia Paunescu

The singing comedians from New Zealand won the hearts of indie fans everywhere with their off-beat aesthetic and generally loveable personalities as well as a Grammy in 2007. It helped a little that they wear thrift shop sweaters adorned with fuzzy tigers and kitty cats.

Jemaine Clement and Bret McKenzie call The Flight of the Conchords “New Zealand’s fourth most popular guitar-based digi-bongo acapella-rap-funk-comedy folk duo” and have just released a new album which they fill with the same wry tunes that came out of their TV show.

The self-titled release is meant to be all fun and games so it’s easy to overlook the music. Looking past the pithy humor and puns (rhyme-nocerous is a personal favorite), it must be mentioned that the guys are quite talented musicians. Their songs manage to parody various musical styles from the sweet vocal stylings of Marvin Gaye to breezy ’60s French pop. But in mocking, they also successfully reproduce the actual music.

Being that the tracks all come from their highly popular HBO series that is (surprise) self-titled, it’s entirely possible that the full extent of the joke will go over the heads of newcomers. But that shouldn’t deter you. “Flight of the Conchords,” the band, series and album are all incredibly funny, smart and quite cute – definitely worth checking out.

Chickalicious, a restaurant in the East Village, specializes in desserts meant to tantalize the senses. Tiny portions of apple tart, passion fruit paste and dessert sherry are sold for more than one would expect to pay for a hunk of cheesecake in Times Square.

And in the same mantra of “less is more,” folk music in all its simplistic glory is making a comeback. And it is never as obvious as on The Weepies’s newest album “Hideaway.” With their sweet and gentle vocals, Deb Talan and Steve Tannen return with music that fills the soul by giving it just a taste of wholesome goodness.

The two use guitars ever so lightly to draw spirals of whimsy accompaniment for their equally airy vocals. The 14 tracks paint a picture of calm and comfort, perfect in time for a long-awaited spring.

There is even a slight country flavor on this newest release. But while any trace of country music would have had indie fans running as fast as their vintage boots would take them last year, the two Massachusetts natives are lucky that organic country is sneaking back in.

The world of entertainment is a fickle friend. One minute you’re on Madonna’s label, the next you’re tossed on your ass self-releasing. And while little good can be said of vapid sparkle blogger Perez Hilton, it was he who came to the rescue of Eric Hutchinson when Madge’s Maverick went yoga-toned-abs up.

After much hard work and a little help from this fairy god-blogger, the Maryland native has landed himself a contract with Warner Bros., who is now re-releasing “Sounds Like This.”

Most of Hutchinson’s music produces a relaxed toe-tapping. One might even call it groovy. But it’s by no means cool. He’s just the type of performer to sell out to blockbuster feel-good movies and shows on the WB. Attempts to funkify with piano and “ohwhoaoh’s” might work in winning over tweens and opening for John Mayer, but getting him a mention on brooklynvegan it won’t. Though the up-and-comer may not sound much different than Jason Mraz and Ben Folds, his simple songs don’t do wrong to follow in the very popular footsteps of these good-natured musicians.

There’s even a quirky audacity the likes of Jamie Cullum that keep his earnest tunes lodged in the brain for hours on end – so much so that you’ll at the very least be forced to shell out the $.99 for the iTunes single.

“Sounds Like This” may have tracks that fade away between stereo and ear but those like “Outside Villanova,” “Rock & Roll” and album opener “Ok, It’s Alright with Me” put this budding musician right among the ranks of the sensitive young men with guitars who came before him.

If he dares venture away from the tried and true vocal/piano mix and tries something new, he’ll have better luck. For now, Hutchinson deserves a chance, if only for having stuck with the cruel world of entertainment this long.