Mr Hankey’s Christmas Classics

Flogged it to death, in fact, as the appearance of [B]'Mr Hankey's Christmas Classics'[/B] - with the memory of that rubbish [B]'Chef Aid'[/B] album still fresh - will attest...

Flogged it to death, in fact, as the appearance of ‘Mr Hankey’s Christmas Classics’ – with the memory of that rubbish ‘Chef Aid’ album still fresh – will attest. Once again, they do their show a disservice.

It’s true that [I][a]South Park[/a][/I] creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone always seemed funny by accident anyway: two white-boy geeks with toilet joke fixations, whose character voices are basic to say the least, who have a talent only for mining the most obvious seams of playground humour (farting, swearing, Jesus) were never going to be a hot comedy prospect. Yet, somehow, the glorious satirical whole remains greater than the sum of its juvenile parts, and the TV series just gets better.

Like ‘Chef Aid’, however, the same cannot be said for this latest cynical musical venture. There’s no celebrity free-for-all this time, as the songs are performed by the boys and co-dumbass Marc Shaiman, in the guise of [I][a]South Park[/a][/I] inhabitants. Hence we get uptight bigot Mr Garrison indulging his xenophobic tendencies on ‘Merry Fucking Christmas’, Isaac Hayes-as-Chef giving us dodgy sex-carol ‘What The Hell Child Is This?’, and – reaching, as they must on such a shambolic cash-cow concoction, for the lowest common denominator laugh – Adolf Hitler’s emotional rendition of ‘O Tannenbaum’.

and ‘Swiss Colony Beef Log’ (snort! guffaw!), but there’s the pungent whiff of Fat Harry White hanging about the rest of the project. Someone should buy Parker and Stone tickets to see Rich Hall as Otis Lee Crenshaw for Christmas, and they’d see how subtly vicious comic attacks on American mores can be set to music that doesn’t grate after one listen.

But they only care about the money, right? And the joke’s on you if you buy the record, right? So don’t.