They don't things like this anymore. They don't let goofiness stand on its own legs. This was 1977, where Bill Murray was the new guy on SNL and still did things with his brother- Brian Doyle. Where Paul Schaeffer establishes his ever shrinking credibility, where Christopher Guest shows his young renegade genius, and where the Belz' legend bore its darkly shaded undertone.
It's pretty straight forward comedy taking a liberty with their audience. There's simulated sex, rape skits, and swearing for the sake of swearing. It's a contract you agree to with the performers, which is stated clearly in the title. What makes this album so special is the high level they come at you. Sure, its blue humor- but presented in such manners as a Mr. Rogers-pedophile-parody- the album reminds us of how smart people are willing to try unpopular and crude things back in their youth.
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