One look at ' thriving online store -- Spooky light-switch plates! Skull logo belt buckles! skateboard decks! -- and it's clear there's a clamor for something like . The collection reinterprets as kitsch for the cocktail lounge, suggesting 1960s instrumental classics like 's or anything from gonzo bandleader . Speaking of , it would seem like this set is about ten years too late to capitalize on the "cocktail nation" craze of the mid-'90s. But there's a ready-made market in fanatics, and , the composer behind , has actually been at this awhile. Named for the New Jersey town he lives in, were started by with 1995's , which featured bachelor-pad takes on and . He also did an album of covers, the highlight of which was a hilarious elevator music version of that a nun could hum along to. "Hilarious" is right: never gets too serious with his material, so there's no reason for purists to get bent out of shape over . It's a that happens to be well written and kind of entertaining. becomes the bopping soundtrack to a 1960s Fifth Avenue shopping spree, complete with twiddling xylophones. appropriately, features a spacy lead guitar, and the "woah woah woah"s of are redone as a rousing brass fanfare. wisely shortens his versions -- anything longer than a minute or two per track and would get pretty dead. Instead of indulging, he just restates the songs' strong melodies, then throws in some twinkling pianos or, in the case of a sitar that does the Mash Potato. ~ Johnny Loftus