As if Andy Ritchie were the Mary Lou Retton of comedy, he charges down the runway, leaps headfirst into his act, and sticks the landing on the opening joke of King Ding-A-Ling, his debut CD on Stand Up! Records.
He certainly does not go splat after unexpectedly and brilliantly filleting a ’60s sacred cow, the usually unassailable activists of the civil rights movement, but Ritchie falls into several safe jokes (hey, the white guy likes rap, my clunker the car, damn, my cell phone plan sucks big bucks from me every month) before regaining his cutting form about halfway through his set.
Incidentally, the mention of Retton is intentional; it mirrors Ritchie’s curious reliance on references (including “We Are the World,” Ghostbusters) whose shelf life seemingly expired in the ’80s, a surprise tactic that distracts from the subversive imagination that Ritchie showcases in the spotlight track: “Third World, Secondhand.” His take on the thermonuclear–hot spot of the world, the Middle East, makes more sense than any analysis heard on the squawk shows.
Overall, though, gotta like an album that relieves a political headache, devises a sweet solution to our dependence on antidepressants and puts the “fun” in funeral.
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