I saw the Ash Chandler show last night in Battaramulla, as the guest of a dear friend. I thought it started off OK, but got mortifying pretty fast. Left halfway through, after he dressed up like an Arab and started singing Hava Nagila. The act is essentially a sort of comedy karaoke, stand-up mixed with passable covers of, essentially karaoke songs. It is like being stuck in R&B with a pushy but amusing Indian. With less alcohol. Not ideal.
The one thing that was interesting is that he made the effort to know his audience and could joke about Sri Lankan accents, Pilawoos and House of Fashions. Everything else kinda made me cringe so I left and wandered around.