BOBBY MITCHELL'S GOODBYE, PORN COLLECTION

There are two kinds of comedians in this world: those who do intelligent, well-read comedy, and those who do silly, risque material. Bobby Mitchell and his latest CD, Goodbye, Porn Collection, fall into the latter category.
It’s a disc full of songs about sex, porno, and other things suburban housewives might deem obnoxious or offensive. I see nothing wrong with it. Nor do I see anything wrong with making sex, porno, and other things with suburban housewives. But that’s neither here nor there.
For the most part, ...Porn Collection is enjoyable. Musically, Mitchell is extremely capable. “Wayward Teenage Girl (Drunk Version)” places him in a smoky bar behind a piano, doing a recognizable Tom Waits impersonation, singing about being a teenage girl in a grown man’s body. “Goodbye, Porn Collection” runs with a bluesy, Double Trouble cover band-type rock sound, bidding his masturbatory literature farewell.
Unfortunately, the weakness of the album shows through on the totally improvised “Call Now”. Though a few funny lines appear in the rambling monologue, it suffers from Saturday Night Live Syndrome-- the joke quits long after it should have. How does that old saying go: “Short-liness is close to Godliness?” Yeah. Though some of the songs suffer from it a bit, it’s this non-song that holds the album down.
Check it out, though. It’s worth a listen, and good for some laughs. Click here for all the details.