Jimmy Fallon

If you were among the many to see Jimmy Fallon last semester at the Center for the Arts, there will be no need to rush out and purchase his debut CD, "The Bathroom Wall." If you didn't catch the show, put the disc on your shopping list.

Fallon, brought to fame by Saturday Night Live, pumps out 37 minutes of comedy and music on the album, taken from the tour that hit UB last Spring.

The musical selections from the disc include "Idiot Boyfriend," in which Fallon sings in a falsetto voice to a groovy bass line about the worst boyfriend imaginable. This is the type of guy who buys his girlfriend a Norelco beard trimmer for her birthday, the type of guy who makes out with his girlfriend's best friend.

"Hey, baby, you like fine cooking?" Fallon croons. "Cause I've got a Swanson dinner in the freezer with your name on it."

"Idiot Boyfriend's" lyrics were the most entertaining of the musical tracks, as the remaining four songs ramble about snowball fights, road rage and other adolescent phenomenon.

"(I Can't Play) Basketball" smacks of the Beastie Boys' rap style, while "Drinking in the Woods" twangs like a teenage country ballad.

Fallon then moves on to the comedy portion of the album.

"For those of you know don't know what the walk of shame is, that's when you hook up with someone the night before, and you have to walk all the way across campus all disheveled the next morning," Fallon says.

Fallon, a native of Saugerties, covers hotplates and tiny fridges, roommates and Resident Advisors. His own RA, he's convinced, was Chris Rock.

Sandler prospered largely because he was fresh, young and vulgar. The 28-year-old Fallon is young, but his is not a disc one can listen to endlessly. Twice will probably be the maximum, before Fallon fades from laugh-out-loud funny to merely worthy of a chuckle here and there.

But Fallon plans accordingly in the dedication of the CD:

"And in case you happen to see this laying around in one of those bargain bins in a used CD store, do me a favor and pick it up." Fallon writes. "Remember, somewhere, at one time, someone wanted it enough to buy it, and by exchanging it for something else, what they were really saying was not that they didn't like the album, but that they didn't like themselves."