(Teenbeat) The best local cable access show I ever saw had a hoarse black preacher in a crown in an empty studio pontifcating while too-loud free jazz blared in the back/foreground. The only thing that would have made it better would have been if he were a black horse preacher. I bring this up (not the horse part, but the preceding description) because I'm not sure how much I would dig a CD of a guy delivering complaints in a voice only a notch above NPR-timbre, but add smarmy cocktail jazz, and I'm golden. If this is supposed to be making fun of mundane complainers it fails, because I love the complainers even more when their words are nerded-up and jazz-assisted. No complaints!