I was hoping someone else would have been brave enough to have reviewed this before me and had at least tried to make some sense of it all. Whatever this release may, or may not have, sense is a non-existent commodity. Lets be honest, at times, it is close to awful, it's banal and childish but at the same time it can border on the brilliant. If your idea of musical pleasure is listening to a man who can't sing, "sing" and then being out sung by a puppet creation of whatever animalistic origin, then this is the album you have been waiting for. The final track parody of Culture Club is nothing short of a mini-work of genius but equally the parody of "Bridge of Troubled Water" makes me squirm it is so bad, the piano is nice though! Yes, from the debris there is much to smile about, snigger at, raise laughter and even more beyond. Songs about drain cleaners, goofballs and potatoes are not things you come across everyday. It is definitely one of those releases you have to experience to hear. Love it or hate it, it is what it is. One mans meat is another mans poison and all of that. Score wise it is a difficult one, when it's good it is good and it did make me laugh a lot in places. Because of that I will give it an 8 (it is nearly Christmas after all). I expect many will think this over generous but how do put a price, or mark, on laughter and smiles?