My friends will tell you that I have a very odd, obscure sense of humor. I find things funny that most people would not just based on the fact I'm an odd and somewhat juvenile person. So I thought - what the hell.. I'll review the Hate Camel's comedy CD entitled "Death Comedy Jams" - what could it hurt.

Track #1 comes and goes.. I'm not laughing. Not even a curled lip. In fact - I felt kind of nauseous after it. I thought it might have been that bean burrito, but no - that resolved itself much later. "Mitch Hedberg" - the track in question is nothing but squealing guitar, bad bass lines, coffeehouse cymbal work and whining vocal track for no apparent reason other than to annoy it further give me a migraine as there were no lyrics - just a squeal.

Upon listening to this gaggle of misery it finally dawned on me that the music in question was representational of a specific comedian. Be it Mitch, Kinison, Lenny Bruce or whomever - the songs symbolize their personas. I guess it's good in concept but that is where something like this should end. There is no commercial viability here. Not one.

Musically it's fascinating. Many of the tracks make me physically ill. I don't know why - it may be the harshness or the mishmash of notes and squawking. It's an awesome ART piece - an idea - something contemporary and unique. Is it play list worthy? Not in the least unless you want to give someone the very least in music this year. For me, personally at least, I'd prefer listening to those Christmas albums of Cats meowing carols.