Okay, here’s where I finally call shenanigans once and for all on the idea that this really happened. Before I do that, though, I’ll duly genuflect in front of the genius of Mr. Cheese. In an internet age that settles for YOU’RE TEH SUKK OMG !!1!1 as the height of trolling, the amount of effort that America’s Loudest Lounge Singer put into layering level upon level of bullshit for months now in order to advance the idea that he had somehow received an invitation to entertain at Buckingham Palace embodies a dedication to craft I’d thought dead in this day and age of instant gratification. His “live blog” (click the link and then scroll back a bit) was particularly brilliant. Hell, as recently as a few days ago, I’d begun to entertain the notion myself that somehow this was for real.
All good jokes – and this was a great one – must come to an end sometime, though, and having now listened to Richard Cheese Live at the Royal Wedding, the alleged audio document of Mr. Cheese’s purported performance, I’m sure it’s all fiction. I was still waffling back and forth until the spoken introduction to “Rehab”, but that’s when the jig became well and truly up. While I’ve no doubt as to Mr. Cheese’s testicular fortitude, there is simply no way he introduced a song at the Royal Wedding reception by saying “Oh, there’s Prince Harry! Hey, Captain, how ya doin’? Good to see you’re not wearing your Gestapo outfit today, that’s nice” and not only lived to tell the tale, but also to offer for sale an audio recording of it.
Am I saying you should thusly avoid the album? Oh, hell no: the very concept of the album is just as amusing whether or not the performance is “real”, and the Gestapo bit quoted above isn’t even the funniest thing on the album. If you’ve never experienced the man before, it’s a great introduction. If you’re already a fan, it’s a great addition to his discography. And if you’re just in the market for a good laugh on a raw, dreary Wednesday, it’s hard to imagine a way in which your $10 could go further.