Let's put aside the notion that this isn't a serious album, that this is a joke, that this is somehow kitsch. It's not. This is not the bizarrely pretentious 1968 Shatner album, or the self-parodying Priceline lounge singer commercials. This is a real honest-to-God album, much to my surprise, and, I presume everyone else's as well. I pre-ordered the album on a lark.