The traditional rules of music criticism don't apply to The Lonely Island. That is to say, not very essential at all, but this album has a song on it that, if you close your eyes and let your mind drift, is able to make you think that Justin Timberlake is your best friend, and he wants to have sex with your mother and be your new stepfather. Some lyrics might be wrong. They mine from the tropes of pop and hip-hop, both tributing and mocking the genres, and they somehow find a way to sound original in the process, not just comedically but musically as well. When's the last time you actually wanted to listen to a song by Weird Al? Much of The Lonely Island's humor is stultifyingly obvious, but that's what makes it so great.
As silly as their songs are, The Lonely Island take them very seriously. Turtleneck and chain, turtleneck and chain, turtleneck and chain Sippin' on a light beer Turtleneck and chain, turtleneck and chain, turtleneck and chain Sippin' on a light beer My turtleneck fat and my chain so thin And I'm sippin' light beer and my crew right here Chain razor thin, light beer in my cup And my sweater on turtle with the neck on puff Huge turtleneck and my chain so skinny Beer light, all night, stand up get dizzy Light, cup, beer, drink, fiz, so, chain, neck, turtle, fat Man I won't say it again Turtleneck and chain, turtleneck and chain, turtleneck and chain Sippin' on a light beer Turtle neck check with another on deck In case I spill something on it like some light beer, yes We be braggin' bout who's chain be the thinnest Turtle neck thicker than Delta Burke swimming in a Guinness Now bear witness But they can't see my chain, Metal so thin it dissolve when it rain Got more chains than the snow patrol Every one razor thin like an insect stripper pole Turtleneck and chain, turtleneck and chain, turtleneck and chain Sippin' on a light beer Chain so light when a breeze roll by, man it float, aw man it float And my beer so light you could see right through it, like a ghost And I also wear turtle necks Sweaters swallowing my chain like it's stuck in the couch Looking like Cookie Monster flossing his mouth Find me coolin' on the corner sippn' light beer foam You can tell by my turtle neck and chain that I bone Turtleneck, light beer and a thin ass chain, n' that's it Turtleneck, light beer and a thin ass chain, n' that's it -Snoop Dogg- The rabbit kicked the bucket, dog said fuck it, Get my 2 step on, with my turtle neck on Thin ass chain, light beer in my glass Mackin' at the bitches, the ones with the ass Girl you know it's true, tell me what it do Oh you like my style, say you like my crew Say you wanna' be under my chest, this turtle neck is like one of my best Say you wanna' be under my chest, this turtle neck is like one of my best So I guess your dress, no stress, stayin' fresh is my vendetta Imma crook, so my look or my game gon' get her The fatter the puffier, the fluffier, the bigger the turtleneck, The more gangster it is Turtleneck and chain, turtleneck and chain, turtleneck and chain Sippin' on a light beer Turtleneck and chain, turtleneck and chain, turtleneck and chain Sippin' on a light beer. That, at least, can be considered an essential feeling. I've never tried, but I would imagine that it's hard to make a song about throwing various things on the ground funny. What you want me to do with this; eat it? It would be impossible to place these songs into an order that would make the album seem cohesive, and I can understand why they would give their albums legitimate names instead of naming them, say, Digital Shorts, Vols. The celebrity guest spots, the interludes, the huge production: they're all here again, and it's hard to accurately comment on an album that embodies a whole bunch of criticisms that are normally lobbed at bad music. I suppose I should say something about how we need a group like The Lonely Island, in such dire times, to take our minds off of all the problems we have, but really, I think they're about as essential right now as they would be if the economy wasn't in a slump and if we weren't entrenched in a war.
The crux of The Lonely Island's success is that they put the same amount of effort into the music that they do in the lyrics. You go into a review with the knowledge that while albums are a part of a larger discography, they still stand apart from each other as individual pieces of art. Santigold singing about lonelily jerking off? Seriously, Jorma Taccone has the best faux-bada ss shouting voice of all time. The album has its clunkers, as is typical with a comedy album. It's what makes them so much better than someone like Weird Al Yankovic.
It's easy to get drawn into the music before realizing that the lyrics are about how small and disgusting their penises are. Overall, you need to be able to appreciate the kind of stupid humor that is able, every once in a while, to throw a curveball and make you laugh when you didn't expect to. . Comedically, there may be something for everyone on the album, but only in snatches. But you can't fault The Lonely Island for those things. But The Lonely Island is one long string of comedy songs written for Saturday Night Live, a show whose awfulness doesn't need to be repeated here, so again, the rules don't apply. .
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