Sammy Hagar

Cabo Wabo/Beyond/BMG

Thought I could, like, not weigh in on Sammy’s new album? Nope. Sorry. When the George W. Bush of Camaro rock cuts loose with another slab of yahoo noize such as this, one must give props. I mean, dude is way over 50, and he’s still hollering the same ol’ blistered-sphincter yabba dabba doo like on the first Montrose album. More sensible men his age play golf. Not Sammy: On “Shaka Doobie (The Limit),” he jabbers about being too toasted from lines and shots; on “Let Sally Drive,” he howls the dumbest chick-in-a-car lyrics this side of Mike Love; on “Serious Juju,” he gets all apocalyptic. Then there’s like three cuts with totally pussy-whipped lyrics (skip ’em), then he’s back in form on the title tune, then … uh, I forget. The last song sounds like Jimmy Buffett, but “3 in the Middle” has these ménage-a-trois lyrics: “Hey diddle diddle/ Stuck in the middle.” Inimitable gibberish? Nay, genius.