D-Lo's review of the CD

The Review

Richard Lett's "At Least There's Drinking" is unquestionably the comedic diamond lodged in the black coal of the Vancouver comedy scene. Unleashing a heinous barrage of unyielding wit and candor on his unsuspecting audience, Lett jams the pedal to the floor from his first breath, holding back only long enough to wet his whistle and let the ladies adjust to their new found dampness... down there. Richard's soothing and sultry delivery blends harmoniously with his pint sized punchlines, bringing whole new meaning to the term "Too Far." Crossing lines as if they were picketed, Rich doesn't care with a flair that would make even the most careless say "Wow! That guy really doesn't care." With ease and what could be argued as class, he pulls the puppet strings on his audience masterfully. Baiting them into a series of laughs, he ups the ante with each new tagline, until you can sense the entire room going 'did we just laugh at that? That was horrifically tasteless and downright disgusting.' But at this point it's too late. Rich has baited his prey, hooked them, so to speak. And that hook is attached to a line. Sinker? Nowhere to be found. So grab yourself a two-six of rhye, a pack of marlboros and pop in "At Least There's Drinking." Seven severed limbs up (out of a possible six and a half)

Warning!! not for the faint of heart/non-smoking/politically correct/sensitive/lesbian/vegan/tofu eating or downright useless and boring attempts at life.