Review: Tyler Morrison: Savage

Tyler Mor­rison’s Sav­age might as well be called a self-titled release, because the name is syn­ony­mous with his sav­age style of roast com­e­dy. After his per­for­mance at the roast of Ron Jere­my, it should­n’t be sur­pris­ing that Mor­ri­son knows how to land a sick burn. I became a fan of Tyler Mor­ri­son lis­ten­ing to his pod­cast The Rude Dudes, and his sharp-tongued style of ball-bust­ing his friends was exact­ly my kind of comedy.

Back to the album at hand. Sav­age could be one long roast of pop cul­ture, pol­i­tics, and human­i­ty. Mor­ri­son takes a hilar­i­ous scorched-earth pol­i­cy while tak­ing peo­ple, and nations alike, to task. No one and noth­ing is off lim­its and I loved it. See­ing that Mor­ri­son is Cana­di­an, he gives the ol’ USA quite a pound­ing, but quite frankly, it’s prob­a­bly a fair take. As much grief as South Park alone has giv­en Cana­da, let’s face it, we had it coming.

Mor­ri­son does take time for self-dep­re­ca­tion just to remind you that he’s nev­er ​“punch­ing down.” But punch he does, because some of his zingers hit so hard and fast that you might not want to be tak­ing a sip of any­thing while listening.

The hys­ter­i­cal sav­agery of this album may explain Mor­rison’s com­pan­ion release, Com­e­dy Exile, but I think Mor­ri­son puts it best, short­ly into the set, ​“The name’s Tyler Mor­ri­son, how do you fuckin’ like me so far?”

We like you, Tyler…we real­ly like you.

Go down­load Sav­age now!