The third series of this beacon of bleakness is released on Friday. A fearless, super-smart show that has you wincing and laughing at the same time, like when someone makes a joke about you and you pretend you’re cool with it even though it’ll haunt your dreams. This is the tragedy of the booze-ruined anthropomorphic horse, lost in the world after his TV career ends.
Revisiting the “good old days” your old man swears by every time he slams his ancient iPhone on the table after failing to unlock it. Comedian Bill Burr’s sweary creation, featuring himself as a furious 70s dad, takes us back to when “family time” meant parents torturously trying to coax dinner-table conversation out of gravy-stained kids.
Accept it: those teenage dreams of post-uni life being one big party in a flame-painted speedboat with 21 babes waterskiing behind you are still a couple of years off. No, modern twenty-something reality is more like poor Tim’s existence in this underrated HBO gem, right down to the relatable horror of sending accidental “reply all” emails at work.
You know what’s funnier than seeing a slightly-broken man’s never-ending struggle to keep his independent burger business afloat? Everything. Everything’s funnier than that. So hooray for the genuinely ace mad-cap family japes that lighten the mood. But Bob’s on-the-brink economic situation always bubbles under the surface.
The good news is that you no longer have to be petrified of terrorism, Zika virus, nuclear submarines, political coups, Brexit, obesity, sun beds, North Korea, Boris Johnson, and Sir Killalot from Robot Wars. That’s because your mattresses, ants, electric shavers and merry-go-rounds are gonna kill you instead! Exactly how is detailed in this gruesome collection of cute cartoon deaths. Stay afraid, chums!
The skinny-jeaned corpse of 2007 indie is risen and dragging its battered Converse to a venue near you