Here’s your opportunity to discover whether or not you’re conventional. This is not layman’s comedy, Nick Sun warns, and “no boring conventional people need come.” Even if you don’t see reality as already a little distorted, Reggae in Hell will take your hand and show you the way over a scraggy mountain pass of freewheeling abandon and jokes that are harder to scale, but will leave you breathless if you manage. It’s quite a view.

He started the show with all his closers, explaining that he’d just gotten off a plane from the UK (although he’s originally Australian), his thoughts were scattered, and he’s become disillusioned with the comedy scene. So when he drags out in-depth material on mangosteens and starts jokes with “Ladies, you know when you’re cage fighting…”, you needn’t raise an eyebrow.

He proceeds through all the types of ‘conventional comedy’, at times mocking the profession itself (‘Hey, audience, has anyone here ever sent a ‘text message?’), and he seems to feel obliged to discuss race.  His complex mixture of heritage has left him “feeling as though the issue is little more than a socio-linguistic construct”, and so this is where Sun really comes out from behind the clouds. The show is peppered with brilliant material on bringing down the ‘Caucasian conspiracy,’ a concept he largely invented.

Sun details the circumstance of each joke, too, and can’t resist to delve into the audience – our night wound up as a sort of open-dialogue affair – and unsuccessfully tried to convince everyone to boo him off stage. When they refused, he chose instead to sing himself happy birthday, and managed to make it sound like an insult. Reggae in Hell is your crash course in conventionality; see if you’re up to it.

Reggae in Hell runs 7-10Feb at the Bok Choy Ballroom