Hicks vacillated wildly between expansive spirituality and rabid misanthropy, and only (luckily) a few percent can relate...unless you're a rape/molestation victim, a survivor of the Shoah, a wartorn mind, or, in short a sufferer of PTSD, (post, or thanks to Barack W. Trump, PERSISTENT Traumatic Stress Disorder) shut the fuck up, stop being a fucking voyeur, and help someone out...OUT!
Bill has a fire in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before in his other performances. This is just no-holds-barred raw comedy. At times, he seemed more like a defensive cobra than a comedian, spitting back his venomous hatred of mediocre pop culture. It may not be the most polished act with the highest production value, but this is wild and dangerous. It’s what good stand-up comedy should be.
Definitely my favorite taped performance from Bill Hicks that I've yet to see. He's young, full of energy, and takes aim at Reagan-era pop culture rather than the politics of his later performances. As prescient as Bill's beliefs were, sometimes you just want to laugh at George Michael jokes. And I know it's wrong but I love all the jabs at Southerners. R.I.P. Bill Hicks.