Bonafide epics "The Lonesome Kicker" and "The Goat Song", along with the latter being in board game form on the CD insert, are its saving graces. Sandler's studio band does a decent job at passively parroting prominent rock acts and providing the staple funk track, country track, reggae track, hoodie ballad. But boy can they drain a song; and boy can he make a topic tired -- or just pick tired topics. The middle chunk that starts with four minutes of fat jokes and ends with four more of rhyming celebrity names with dick jokes is the worst of the bunch. And then there's portraying a whiny wife and a rascally preschooler, with the same inflection no less. I mean it's not without its funny and thoughtful moments, but really, what do you expect from an album who's first word is "shnine"?
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