Original Review:

No, Ifft’s biggest defence is that his jokes are damn funny. And they’re often funny for the very reason that he is so gloriously uncompromising.

He takes to the stage with an arrogant swagger that it really takes an American to pull off. Whenever the audience flinches, even momentarily, at one of his more unpalatable lines, he derides them as a ‘bunch of pussies’. Don’t say he doesn’t know how to work a crowd, prodding them, challenging them, shocking them – but always with the aim of making them laugh, which he achieves time after time.

Though he’d easily be classed as a ‘nasty’ comic, he’s not shocking for the sake of it – or at least not overtly. He always concocts a reasoning that puts an insight and purpose behind his gritty punchlines.

His stage is only semi-lit, adding to the illicit ambiance of his act. This is the twilight world where comedy so often thrives: on the edges of light and dark, reason and outrage, hilarity and horror.

There’s not great theme to Ifft’s show, it’s simply an extended set hitting familiar topics of drinking, race, religion, and the way Aussies wind up gullible Americans – but those targets are struck accurately, and from an obtuse angle.

He may have been on the NBC reality show Last Comic Standing, but don’t hold that against him; this well-travelled act is one of the best straight club comics at this festival. Go see; but wear your extra thick skin.Reviewed by: Steve Bennett
Melbourne, April 2009