While it's always a bit dubious writing about the actual content of a comedian's gig (telling someone else's jokes here would be like reprinting the sheet music for a song, right?) I can say there's a dick on an x-ray joke. I can say that. And Anderson's normally just on the TV, which means it's a dick that prime-time ABC audiences wouldn't let you discuss, and a dick that us taxpayers can claim a part in having helped develop (sorta). You'll have to see the show to know what I mean. You could ask why one of the country's biggest names would play such a relatively small room, but as Anderson said himself tonight, it's for the sheer freaken' love of his craft. And even though this set has been around in some form or another now for the better part of 2012 (lucky Wilarians saw genesis shows in Sydney over the summer, then full versions at the Comedy Festival in Melbourne in March/April). He clearly still goes to 11 with it, with material that is comfortable but tight, and covering the personal and political in the perfect measure. If you've caught any of the incarnations of the show as its grown (or his previous stand-up work), it's also a damn pleasure to see him so happily evolve and revaluate his ideas. You don't just get a dick on an x-ray; you get a clever dick, too.

Running at the Comedy Store until Sunday 28 October