The bits on Patton Oswalt’s first album are like comedy shrapnel: short, sharp and exploding in every direction at once. Like a lot of underground comics, he fashions himself as a kind of frustrated armchair anthropologist, observing the U.S. through a surreal prism of liquor ads, TV news and pop culture (Avril Lavigne and Good Will Hunting appear in his version of the apocalypse). Angry, manic, seriously intelligent and bizarrely funny, Oswalt turns Feelin’ into a hilarious and defining moment.