If Rose had started out as a vaudevillian-like throwback who was still hip and modern enough to influence David Bowie, by the time of his fifth album he had descended to the level of those guys who sing corny sociopolitical satires on solo piano on weekend morning public radio shows. On this mostly live LP he sounds closer to David Frishberg than David Bowie. Using only his own piano as accompaniment (except for "Garbage," which sounds like a forced attempt at a fluke novelty hit single), he delivers satirical topical songs (did anyone really need to hear any song named "McDonald's Hamburgers"?), or satires of pop songs, that are more silly than witty. His between-song raps sound kind of stoned or drunk, and are not too amusing.
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AllMusic Review by Richie Unterberger