Freelance writer Siobhan Argent writes…
Very few topics are sacred to Keck; I mention it because Iâ€™m sure by now his girlfriend must be fuming. Thereâ€™s some rather specific details of Keckâ€™s love life that Iâ€™m not sure I needed to know. Fortunately, that doesnâ€™t matter when the punch line that roles off this deeply personal revelation is absurdly funny. While Iâ€™d argue that these jokes were repeated with permission, itâ€™s Keckâ€™s delivery of the absurd and deeply personal that makes him worth watching, including his dedicated re-enactments of awkward situations with others.
Canâ€™t Get No is about the satisfaction first-time mothers get from infringing on Keckâ€™s personal space while heâ€™s working in a cafe. Itâ€™s also about overweight people buying cakes and Keckâ€™s own (sometimes validated) discrimination against them. Keck is an astute observer of the guilt-inducing reactions most people have to politically incorrect situations, hence the mother-bitches and overweight cake-eaters. He also has a fair crack at describing the delights of second-hand outfits every time an elderly gent passes away, all before launching into the surge in collagen-injected Brighton children and his initial awkward discovery of pornography. Somewhere along that line, every audience member will find something similar, if not painfully identical, to what theyâ€™ve experienced themselves.
Keckâ€™s is the type of cringe comedy where youâ€™ll wince at the punchline but laugh because, unfortunately, youâ€™ve thought exactly the same thing. Canâ€™t Get No seems to linger on the edge of a show searching for answers to the big questions about why humans are drawn towards marriage and children. Instead, it veers off in a delightfully asinine direction, questioning whether we even like marriage and child-rearing at all. Thankfully for Keck, his audience members testify that heâ€™s not alone.