"Once you do standup, it spoils you for everything else," says Doug Stanhope. "There're no censors, there're no sponsors to get offended, there're no standards and practices. It's just you, and it's immediate gratification. You say it, and drifts off into thin air, and you can say it a different way the next day."
Stanhope's new release Before Turning the Gun on Himself—his tenth album and his second CD/DVD set for Roadrunner Comedy—offers a potent double dose of the abrasive, brutally honest brand of standup comedy that's established him as a one-of-a-kind phenomenon. “For a guy whose last name ends in ‘hope,’ he seems to have little for much of anything… he exudes an insightfully vulgar mix of bleakness, anger and despair – much of it laugh-out-loud funny, some of it wince-inducing, all of it genuine-sounding,” said The Chicago Sun-Times.
Stanhope’s confrontational rants, whose live show was twice named “Best Stand-Up Show” of the year by Time Out New York, encompasses caustic social commentary, outlandish first-person narratives, graphic sex and perversion, sometimes within the same sentence. Fueled by equal amounts of anger, outrage and alcohol, Stanhope rails against western civilization's slide into apathy and stupidity, always on the edge of implosion yet fully in control and never afraid to risk pissing off his audiences. “Stanhope is a genius parading around the slums of failed ideology… he’s Charles Bukowski with dick jokes drunkenly fueled by Thomas Payne,” declared The San Antonio Current.