I make no apologies for my love of bawdy ballads - Kevin Bloody Wilson got me through the more challenging moments in my life than a bottle of Jim Beam ever did, and ever will, and I consider it to be a defining moment in my life that I first discovered the joys of Kevin Bloody Wilson, all the way back in 1996/1997. The album that I was first exposed to was Let's Call Him...Kev!, and I hadn't laughed so hard in some time when I first heard it. It's not an album that gets a mention very often - Kev's Back (The Return of the Yobbo) tends to get that honor - but it's my favorite of all his albums. It's my go-to Kev album for whenever I need to offload my innate predilection for foul language and dirty humor somewhere else, leaving me free to be the "angel" some people apparently see me as (cue lots of laughter). "Festival of Farts", "Jacko Can't Get Up" and "This One's Just For You" are my choice picks here, the best of a great lot. This album needs to be mentioned more often whenever the subject of Kevin Bloody Wilson is ever brought up - it is his finest album, no doubt about it. On ya, Kev! A+
Music reviews by some short sanity-challenged yobbo from the land of elves, hobbits and animal husbandry - New Zealand.
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Monday, October 1, 2018
Album Review: Kevin Bloody Wilson - Kev's Krissmas, Vol. 2 (2018)
I very rarely review comedy albums, with the last review being a Robin Williams stand-up album. However, having been a fan of Kevin Bloody Wilson for nearly 22 years, I had to check out what is his second Christmas-themed album. And it's a beauty. It's easily his best album in many, many years, since Kalgoorlie Love Songs, which, for me,was his last great album. Not that the albums in between were bad, mind you. On the contrary. They were all good. But Kalgoorlie Love Songs was where it was last at for me, Kev-wise. I still listen to the likes of "Hello John" to save me from having to swear 24/7. And on this album, the cussing is still plentiful and profound. "Deck The Halls" is an indelible f***fest, and "Oh Cum By The Face-full" pushes the boundaries of "decency", with pedophilia from a priest's perspective being the theme of the song. People will complain about this song, more than most KBW songs, of course, but like Kev says, D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F. "Dingle Berries" adds a scatological element to the album, in keeping with the finest of KBW recording traditions. And should you wish to induce a heart attack in the most uptight of wowsers, I think this album should do the trick quite nicely. Bloody brilliant! A
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