Many are now admitting that the title may have been the funniest thing about Christopher Guest's latest piss-take of the earnest. Problem being that its chosen genre of cheesy '60s folk is barely remembered in the UK: Dylan and co presumably blew away the artists Guest is targeting. Also, he clearly nurtures an affection for these nerds. So while there are chuckles to be found in the fluffiness of Mitch & Mickey, The New Main Street Singers and The Folksmen (specifically in the lyrics of "Blood On The Coal"), there's nothing here to match the Tap, even with T-Bone Burnett exec-producing.
Many are now admitting that the title may have been the funniest thing about Christopher Guest’s latest piss-take of the earnest. Problem being that its chosen genre of cheesy ’60s folk is barely remembered in the UK: Dylan and co presumably blew away the artists Guest is targeting. Also, he clearly nurtures an affection for these nerds. So while there are chuckles to be found in the fluffiness of Mitch & Mickey, The New Main Street Singers and The Folksmen (specifically in the lyrics of “Blood On The Coal”), there’s nothing here to match the Tap, even with T-Bone Burnett exec-producing.
