Sirens is a better than expected offering and probably better than the kickback it’s likely to get when it comes to faulty memories and dusty legacies.
Mosley and Daniels bring an easygoing banter to the central roles, and the series has considerable fun with the bluer aspects of the job. That said, the show’s preoccupation with below-the-belt comedy risks growing a trifle tedious even after the three previewed episodes.
The discussions at times feel Seinfeldian, tempered with Leary’s fondness for outrage, darkness and absurdity. Leary’s last show, “Rescue Me,” worked because it never lost the humanity. The task for Sirens, which will take a few weeks, is to establish it.
Confusing tastelessness and cheap profanity with actual humor, this misfire from executive producer Denis Leary feels like a series of limp outtakes from the more daring Rescue Me.