(Stand Up) As this album reveals
itself/introduces us to Adam, there are some things that might seem like warning
flags. The emcee mispronounces his name. The amount of office day job jokes
calls into question how much road/comedy experience he might have under his
belt. And it is mentioned, and made clear, that this album is being recorded at
a sci fi convention. But you know what? Fuck flags! This humanoid kills it! The
most wickedly devious April Fools-related gag is recounted, African genocide is
mined into comedy gold, and financial debt-based fucking is broken down to its
saddest subparticles. Quesnell clearly watched a lot of cable in the 80s and
90s growing up, and science shows, nature shows, and after school specials may
not have educated and guided him as well as HBO and Discovery Channel’s
consultants may have hoped, but they sure made him a sharp, funny,
self-depreciaiting (yet confident) comic. Yay cable! And boo Mr. Emcee who also
ends the album by thanking Adam Quedell!
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