It's inaccurate to call the Whitest Kids U Know (WKUK) the next Monty Python. Such a comparison is cheap and facile. But it's accurate to compare them to Monty Python, the Goon Show, the Kids in the Hall, and early SNL for boundary-breaking ensemble humor. Their routines often feel like one-act plays in which they invert character expectations and surprise audiences with coarse, raunchy power.
WKUK's ability to find the truth regular people don't admit to themselves makes them incisive satirists and social critics. They hold up inverted visions of the myths we build around ourselves. Their skewed vision of moments like the writing of "The Star-Spangled Banner," or their parodies of pop songs, are funny because they are so precisely accurate, even if those being skewered don't admit it.
Not surprisingly for a show buried on a premium cable network, their content can often be over-the-top. Head writer Trevor Moore had two shows canceled for his language and content before finding his niche here. And that trend continues: the show's naked fear of women, fondness for penis jokes, and frank salty language will bug blue-noses. This show doesn't let you off easy, and will alienate the tender-hearted.
But when they hit, they hit hard. They practice the principle that telling the truth is the funniest form of satire. And even their cringe-inducing themes cut through our veils and force audiences to take a good look within to ask why we react that way. Hilarious, brazen, honest, and unsubtle, WKUK takes you for a ride that you won't forget easily, and will leave you changed whether you like it or not.