It's been officially out for several days, but as of this writing, I haven't been able to find a single pro-media attempt to actually review Urinal St. Station (putting aside Vice's "#1 album of 2013" honor, since it seems to have been granted purely on conceptual grounds). I don't blame clickbaiting year-end listmania, the imminent holidays, or some kind of industry persecution.
No, I suspect the silence is because Tim Heide- *cough* the Yellow River Boys have put out a record that is somewhere between pointless and impossible to review or critique.
Between the lyrical concept (chosen specifically for maximal gross absurdity), and the unblinkingly *earnest* album-length realization of that concept (in an overblown, generic vein of classic rock chosen specifically for its icky soullessness AND added gross absurdity), there's no possible angle of attack for would-be critics which would allow them to escape with any credibility. This album is meant to be loved BECAUSE of its total unlikeability.
_USS_ doesn't have much in common with earlier humor-in-music efforts by the same "parties," like _Cainthology_. Sure, some laughs are definitely present on a moment-by-moment level here. But really, by far, the biggest and best joke of all is that this album now exists, and-- should you buy it, as I did-- that you actually bought it. That's all by design.
Speaking purely from a technical standpoint, the Boys certainly don't disappoint in the musical-competency department. They've pulled out every stop to nail the authentically numb gloss and tepid two-or-three-chord banality of the targeted style / era. I can't stop picturing the backup singers' in-studio reaction to the words they've been asked to sing... but they give it their all, like the true pros they are. Positively smokin' lead guitar work throughout, no joke. To listen to this album two or three times is to put yourself at serious future risk of singing the chorus to, say, "Hot P*ss Drinker" out loud in the cereal aisle. "Someone to P*ss On Me" is one of the most beautiful songs I've heard this year at minimum.
_Urinal St. Station_ is for only the coolest of cool dads. Play it loud with the minivan windows down at every stoplight.