Frankie Boyle, Hammersmith Apollo

The last time I saw bouncers standing at the foot of the stage at a comedy venue was at a Roy "Chubby" Brown gig. Back then, I remarked how nicely behaved his fans were, as indeed were Frankie Boyle’s last night; however, another quality the two comics share is that they both score pretty highly on the offensiveness scale.

I don't know if the ex-alcoholic - he mentions his drinking days in a brief and very funny anecdote early in the show - was of the gimme a kiss or the Glasgow kiss school of drunk. Whichever, the former shouty star of BBC Two’s Mock the Week - who describes himself as unpleasant but frequently giggles like a girl at his own gags - certainly deals with hecklers harshly, threatening them with removal by said security if they don’t shut up, and shut up now.

There are lots of things you’re not supposed to talk about, Boyle tells us, and then proceeds to talk about them, arguing that he’s only saying what we’re thinking. Up to a point, Lord Copper... The subjects of his mostly scabrous humour are celebrities, paedophiles, Jade Goody, cancer sufferers, Madeleine McCann, Lord Lloyd Webber, Susan Boyle - oh the list is almost endless, and at first the laughs are huge, even if some of the references (the Piper Alpha disaster, anyone? Valerie Singleton?) must be meaningless to a large proportion of the audience.

But about halfway through the 75-minute set, it’s noticeable that the laughter is more muted, even if people are undoubtedly enjoying themselves. It’s just that Boyle is so one-note - his jokes have a simple set-up and then a reveal - and the material so dark, rude or crude, or even all three at once, that the relentlessness makes one wish for a brief respite in the form of a longer-burn or subtler gag. But then, the show is not aimed at me, as critics are never invited to his gigs.

Much of Boyle’s set is very, very funny and well observed - Nick Clegg, for example, strikes him “as the kind of guy who says sorry when he comes” - but a lot of it is calculated solely to offend, and that’s where he loses me. There’s a particularly nasty joke about Katie Price’s severely disabled son that’s just cruel - laugh at her as much as you like, but he surely must be off limits. I’d also take issue with the repeated misogyny (particularly about the supposed ugliness or lack of sexual allure of Susan Boyle and Victoria Beckham) and borderline racism. One otherwise very well-written gag involves a scenario in which Boyle might find his partner cheating on him and seeing her being “fucked by a black cock”. Why a black cock, I wonder?

There are curiosities in Boyle’s equal-opportunities offending - he has a dig at Glasgow audiences not getting the irony of a joke about women finding men leaving the loo seat up being more irritating than rape or domestic violence - that suggest there’s a more sophisticated comic lying within. But then it’s back to the casual references to rape and the ugliness of women’s genitals...

• Frankie Boyle is at Hammersmith Apollo until 6 November
• Then touring until 15 December
• Find Frankie Boyle on Amazon

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