It's 1968 at The Sahara Hotel in Las Vegas, the martinis are flowing, and you're on a winning streak, that is until Don Rickles takes the stage. Comedy albums are strange. I mean, how many times are you going to listen to the same jokes? Well the exception just might be Don Rickles' Hello Dummy!, perhaps because it is not funny, it's creepy, therefore transcending comedy altogether. You could almost say that Rickles invented a new genre called anti-comedy. Vicious and unrelenting, Rickles is like a gatling gun spewing forth a barrage of racist epithets, most of which don't even make much sense. Hello Dummy! is tense and uncomfortable, and even more so if you consider the state of racial relations in the U.S. at the time, but Don doesn't give a fuck for tonight this little gin-fueled hate jew rules the strip.