King Missle The Psychopathology Of Everyday Life (Instinct) Rating: N Rating: N
There was a time when John S. Hall was just about the most brilliant, funniest person on the planet. He's the only spoken-word artist to ever make me pee my pants laughing, then hate myself because I'll never be as smart as he is. If you love Hall like I do, the undeniable crappiness of The Psychopathology Of Everyday Life is enough to make you cry. This is crap. Hall has resorted to simply swearing his ass off and yelling at people he will never meet, and his attempts at humour are geared for lowest-common-denominator appeal. The Miracle Of Childbirth is chuckle-worthy but below par.