Mae Martin’s new show gives her audience a first for her: an autobiographical show. Martin’s new show is definitely carried by her distinctive voice, fizzing with energy yet uncertain, enthusiastic to get to the point, yet not sure where that point is. Her bittersweet show is peppered with absurd asides, and although this can make the show feel almost flippant, Martin still manages to drive the emotional impact home. On top of this balancing act, she doesn’t sacrifice the high-energy mood that she usually brings to her shows; impressive considering the show is about her struggle with addiction.

Martin’s show ends with a narrative ambiguity that is oddly fitting for the arc of the show, and her finish is one of the most memorable I’ve seen in ages. Her scattergun energy gave her routines a force that is hard to find elsewhere. A freewheeling hour is brought to a close with a routine that ratchets up faster than I could register, and despite some loose ends, the ending feels oddly satisfying. Martin’s show would be a great choice for anyone looking for mile-a-minute narrative stand-up, or perhaps something with a more optimistic outlook.