Jim Gaffigan Is as Hilarious and Comfortable as Ever on the Slightly Darker Quality Time

If you count his out-of-print independent albums, Jim Gaffigan has released as much material since 2001 as Van Halen has since 1978. That’s a fitting comparison, because in many ways Jim Gaffigan has become a form of classic rock in the modern comedy landscape. His albums are always on the charts, you know what you’re going to get when you see him live, and there’s a good chance most of the people you know like him. And to stretch that even further, on his 12th release, Quality Time, Gaffigan is coming off of what music fans call “a difficult album.”
His previous special Noble Ape dealt with his wife and writing partner Jeannie Gaffigan’s near-death experience with a brain tumor. But while the beloved ginger has moved back to sillier topics this time, there’s a deeper cynical edge than before. Over his nearly 30 year career, Gaffigan has evolved into a master of relatable observational jokes, able to play a grumpy oaf and fatherly philosopher all at once. But now he’s far more willing to joke about murder.
Quality Time often feels like the first time you hang out with a close friend after a brush with tragedy, or the first time you heard an older family member make a dark joke. This is obviously still the Jim Gaffigan we know and love, but he’s suddenly much more interested in exploring the darkest angles of PG subject matter.
I don’t want to give the impression that suddenly he’s gone Carlin. You could still play any of these jokes for kids and have them rolling with laughter worry-free. But the gleefully sour twists to his bits here represent an artistic change of pace. Murder news shows, cannibalism, stabbing celebreties, the pathetic nature of our relationship with dogs: this is 75 minutes of a good-natured man blowing off steam.