CD comes in a digipak with lyric booklet
Williams’ 8th full length release once again finds him croaking through subjects no one else will sing about. It’s not just the usual taboos, though he excels at them as a “foreskin melts like butter.” There is also a singular elevation of the patently absurd: an empathetic human foot, a chiropractor who housecalls by helicopter, a clambake at the end of the world.
As usual, many listeners will just say “Why?” while a loyal minority will recognize each of these tunes as the one thing they’ve waited for their entire lives. Musically, David’s notorious sense of infectious melody flows through, whether supported by overlapping arpeggiators, overwrought orchestration or even his occasional OG piano plodding.
His krankenschwester quackadoodle coughalong tradition of novelty numbers continues as well, with the spirited singalong “Marquis De Sade was a Sadist.” Does Margaret Sanger really live in Heaven? Find out here.