That the scope of observation is so narrow, Men Of Substance’s impact is instantly limited as much as, say, a semi-decent Christmas album.
Scott, Yon and Gatesy's musical chemistry is still plush like velour. Adult Contemporary raises a knowing smile as it passes round the bruschetta; Lingering Dad's rock-operatics will ruffle the cardigans of those who pledge allegiance to Queen's Greatest Hits. Many jokes and references are intentionally dated (Samantha Fox Strip Poker and Business Activity Statements get name checked) but then there's skits on frustrations of dating on a work night and much ruminating on masculine insecurities which do broaden the appeal (“She wanted a gay man and I was the closest that she could get”). The best amuse-bouche is DILF which successfully manages to rob the trendy term of any sexiness, delivered with the sleazy wink and gunshot hand motions of a smelly baldy in stained grundies.
If you view musical numbers in comedy shows as an excuse to go to the toilet, this album won't steer your course. However, even the most vocal members of the Bring Back Good News Week Facebook page won't want to stick around to the end. That the scope of observation is so narrow, Men Of Substance's impact is instantly limited as much as, say, a semi-decent Christmas album.