Demographically, Jason Byrne is a little out of the norm for a stand up comedian. Around 40, he is married and has children, thus removing from his repertoire the usual jokes about messy house mates and the troublesome girl friend.
His act started brightly with thunderous Straussian music and a funny Irish jig, as a nod to his heritage. With a stage full of props, Byrne then moved onto traverse some familiar topics, including some enjoyable moments about the quirks of Adelaide and incorporating the new (it seems) British joke of treating responses from the audience as if there were the unscriptable rantings of a unique bunch of mad people.
However, while all this seemed to be progressing well, like too many other comedians, Byrne then saw a need to descend (or was it plunge) into 10 hard core minutes of vagina jokes – like why?
I see The Advertiser likes to deal with these moments by euphemistically describing them as either the ‘idiosyncrasies’ of the artist or through suggesting the show is not suitable for grandparents. Simply put, the humour at these moments is crude and boorish.
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