Despite wanting to have nothing to do with the modern world at times this feels like the most cathartic TV series ever. Like someone compressed all my millennial stray thoughts and anxieties and imagination and feelings into an insane fever dream of interwoven comedy sketches. There is really nothing like this out there at the moment. It’s the writer of SNL’s most famous sketches like Papyrus and Wells for Boys doing an entire season of wack which is like a dream come true (okay, I see he’s done another TV show that I have to track down). I’m glad TV like this gets made; and I’m glad it isn’t as insular and navel-gazing and obnoxiously value-signalling as I feared it might be. There’s an endearing, lovable heart behind the turbocharged surreal/ironic humour.