Absurdly chipper ditties such as "Sound It Off" and "Whiner's Bio" aren't nearly as clever or funny as MOS seems to think they are, but they perfectly encapsulate the duo's irksome approach. Gardener's ice-skating-rink organ resembles a phone that's been left off the hook, and over-the-top skin pounder Hammel couldn't find a groove if he had a month and a metronome. When the couple tackles -- and I do mean tackles -- vocal duties, it's an all-out assault, as if the two aren't capable of singing at anything less than full throttle. Fans assert that these peculiarities make MOS sound different. Well, so does smacking an oil drum with a snow shovel, an aural experience preferable to anything on Boo.
