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Appreciation of Frank Sanazi is a matter of (bad) taste. The basic joke is brilliant: Hitler and Sinatra offer two facets of the same kind of wanna-be-in-my-gang swagger laced with menace so why not meld them? And the best songs – 'That's Reich' to the tune of 'That's Life', for instance – are witty mash-ups of crooning and demagoguery. Others are over-stretched excuses for strings of puns (and I write as a fan of puns), and some of the gags are eye-rollers.
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