Frankie travels from his home town of Glasgow to the seaside town of Ayr. He drops in on his old martial arts club for a training session with Tommy Carruthers, "the man who turned being Glaswegian into a martial art", and meets former "Glasgow Girl" campaigner Amal Azzudin.Ali Catterall, The Guardian, 21st February 2020
If you thought Frankie Boyle's four-part jaunt around Scotland was just another comic dropping off the mousewheel for a freebie, think again; apart from anything else, Mr Boyle is there well before you and does all those gags but better. And it is a severely different beast to so many travelogues, in that it includes genuine understated humour, mainly through the voiceovered asides: your ears blink in a disbelieving, did-he-just-say-that? manner. Within five minutes he meets a hermit "who's chosen to live alone amid the shallow graves of the dense forests of Rhynie in Aberdeenshire", and delighted hermit Jake by describing his caravan-in-a-treehouse as both "a kind of low-level Scottish Dignitas" and "this is where I'd like to come if I was in witness protection", while gently mocking the vogue for "living in the moment". "What, like a heroin addict, or a dog?"
Boyle quite likes the long-established eco-community of Findhorn, "which has its own currency and, sadly, its own theatre", and notes, driving down Glencoe - "like me it has a rugged and a dramatic beauty, and we've both caused several ramblers to go missing" - that Jimmy Savile once had a home here. I can never quite look that savage glen straight in the eyes again. "Here he would entertain such luminaries as his friend Margaret Thatcher and the demon Adrammelech, ancient Assyrian commander of hell."
A few decades earlier it fell to another comedian, Billy Connolly, to pithily rip off the carapaces of many aspects of his own country, exposing coy kailyard sentimentality and sectarianism for the ludicrosities they were. Boyle is doing an equally smack-up job of explaining the confusions of a small-sprawled nation to ourselves, in the fraught and twitchy 2020s, while knitting in just enough aspects of history and politics, such as Robert the Bruce's drive for independence - "700 years before Nicola Sturgeon took up his mantle. And his haircut" - to keep it all urgently relevant. I'd urge anyone watching south of the border to revel in it. You might learn something; if little else, then to relish the high concept of tinder-dry, mournful glee.Euan Ferguson, The Observer, 9th February 2020
Acerbic comic proves the perfect guide for an off-kilter road trip.Jeff Robson, i Newspaper, 7th February 2020
There comes a time in every comedian's career, says Boyle, when its time to sign up for a televised jolly. If only they were all as hilarious as this spiky, Billy Connolly-style adventure.Lucy Mangan, The Guardian, 7th February 2020
Four-star review of the comedian's travelogue.Alison Rowat, The Herald, 7th February 2020
"There comes a time in every comedian's life where he ends up doing travelogues," says Frankie Boyle, and so we join the comic on a bucolic tour of his home country as he prepares new material in small clubs for an upcoming UK run. Boyle is typically caustic, spending time with a hermit, Jake, in Aberdeenshire and contemplating spots to hide out in case he's placed in witness protection, as well as monologuing on a picturesque ferry ride to the Isle of Mull.Ammar Kalia, The Guardian, 7th February 2020
Frankie Boyle's New World Order delivered, as always, with an end-of-year roundup featuring a full four fantastic guests and an audience (they'd presumably known he wasn't Michael McIntyre) that at one stage was left jaws agape at a joke's wizard tastelessness. Don't do that: the flies will get in.Euan Ferguson, The Guardian, 5th January 2020
It is hard not to contemplate Boyle's take on the events of 2019 with a mixture of horror and dark glee. It's fair to say he'll have plenty to get his teeth into. Regular guests Sara Pascoe and Miles Jupp will be joining him in a surely doomed attempt to make sense of the last 12 months.Phil Harrison, The Guardian, 30th December 2019