This is one of my favorite albums.
Not because it’s weird, not because the bass-playing is good, and not because it has clay models swimming in a bowl of cheese dip on the cover… though that last one does contribute…
Nay, it is simply because the album makes me smile. Who can hold back a grin when the lyrics to Jerry Was a Race Car Driver are sung in flawless redneck dialect? And the journey you are taken on into the life of a macho cat (Tommy the Cat) is epic and unforgettable. You may even feel inspired to hike up to a lake of our own Northwest and fish when you hear Fish On.
If you are suffering the symptoms of clinical depression, please call and order Sailing the Seas of Cheese today. Seriously.