This is best played at a sophisticated wine-and-cheese art gallery party. If this doesn’t give you a raging erection you are not mortal (ladies included).

...this is a satire album, so you won't find pleasant sound here.

Lit fam

Not since the Portsmouth Sinfonia has such passion been expressed with such lack of technical skill

Truly one of my new favorite modern jazz albums. Mr. Benjamin truly perseveres through his lack of musical ability and creates a wonderfully hilarious jazz ensemble piece worthy of a 5 star rating

As I listened to this album for the first time, I couldn't help but reminisce about the first time I heard the late great Florence Foster Jenkins.

Comedy is about making you laugh, and this album does just that. I have not laughed so hard in quite a while. My sides ache and my cheeks are exhausted! Many of my fellow musicians will understand—jazz music is often about study, exploration, experimentation, practice, memorization, and it takes years of performance to be considered a “seasoned” player. Jazz is almost never lighthearted, funny, or comical. This album hits a special part of my personality and my craft. We need to lighten up and be able to laugh at ourselves sometimes! Thanks, Jon, and a big thank you to the band for rolling with this.

nuff said.

Oh, please help me! I can't stop laughing. The brilliant H. Jon Benjamin (Bob's Burgers, Archer), who does not play the piano, sits in with real jazz musicians on this new album. What can I add to the previous reviews, except to say that I find his bravery and scornful regard for his dignity breathtaking. In fact, I can't breath, and I think I've wet myself.

John Benjamin provides a dazzling resume opportunity for his fellow musicians. The consummate playing and professionalism from his band is only magnified as they endure the squibbing tinkles that pulse from Mr. Benjamin's inept hands. I would congratulate the members of his band by name but by apparent clerical error their names are not listed. As a whole the Well I Should Have... listening experience harkens images of a cartoon baby-octopus at the piano, smiling yet sweating nervously being surrounded by large, teeth heavy, human males. The album illustrates our childish desires to please our superiors in spite of the fact that our perceived "superiors", both in childhood and adult hood, are often our abusers. John Benjamin takes a bold leap in proving that our battle for approval is truly an internal one. Congratulations