For those Melburnians with folks who won't dish the dirt on their wild days in the '70s, Lisa-Skye's stand-up memoir, Songs My Parents Taught Me, reveals what we can only imagine with the story of her parents' friends in their glory days. The quirky routine both laments how times have changed, as we groan at the laughably low price of a bottle of Southern Comfort, and glorifies the hedonistic highlights that haven't – reminding us that no matter the decade, we've always been up for a good time. The nature of this good time, however, knows no bounds for Lisa-Skye, who also draws from her own life for controversies like cutting during sex and the hilarious re-enactment of a romanticised Stilnox high. Lisa-Skye's charm and honesty draws us into her crazy, sexy and often silly yarn, but it is disappointing in parts where the punch-lines fall flat. Despite their rescue by a comically raised eye-brow, visual cue and even a 'here's one I prepared earlier' illustration there are some laughs that are lost.
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