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Oh, look at this. Isn't this wonderful? We're in the 21st century and we should get excited about a comedy album from 1969 making fun of Chang Kai-Shek? Sure.
Sure, Don Rickles is a genius, a legend, a treasure. The man is a mental case. Look at him on the cover—it looks like he's giving his wife some marital instruction... Pal, either she gets it or she doesn't.
Thank God Don Rickles is still alive and hating—he's actually back at the Las Vegas Sahara right now—so he can change his name and deny he made this album. We kid. We kid because we love. Hey, hockey puck, do you want a review or a eulogy?
Face it, people, 99% of all good comedy albums are recorded live, and edited to remove the two hours of flop gags. But no, Don had to record this album in front of a group of sedated fake journalists. Real genius, there, Donny boy. That's okay, you'll definitely start laughing by track seven or so.
Not like Don's debut disc, 1968's Hello, Dummy (produced by the man who took me to my first concert, thanks Mr. Tannen), which I had to listen to in order to get this out of my head. Amazingly, that's still raw and radical—so you never hear him compared to contemporaries like Lenny Bruce and Richard Pryor, so what? Does that make him an idiot, or you?
New liner notes—ooh, aren't these special—tell us that "his legendary appearances on the Tonight Show are the stuff of legend." Really, legendary legends? But thank God for the Jewish Music Group. Literally! No, thank God, because Jews really don't get represented in the entertainment business the way they should! Rickles, to his credit, I suppose, is rarely thought of as a "Jewish" comedian (though he is). He hates everyone equally, the moron. Including apparently the buyers of this record. I mean who put out this... oh, looky, it says "Manufactured by Rhino Entertainment."
Well, what a wonderful release. A real gem.
Hey, I gotta pay the rent too, ya know.
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