A lot of comedy can feel delightful yet forced and phony, like a first date at a chain restaurant. Inversely, comedy can feel rough and necessary, like the umpteeth shift shot at a dive bar. Atlanta’s Clayton English, a 2015 “New Faces” selection at the prestigious Just For Laughs Comedy Festival, feels like the latter—effortless, blue, slow and steady street-level philosophies through a syrupy rasp. He delivers observations on weed, sex, and racism delivered with unflinching guile. All The Same, Clayton’s hilarious debut, is on some grown man ish. And if you’re particularly sensitive or highfalutin, God bless your heart, but make no mistake: Clayton doesn’t care. He doesn’t sugar coat or water down. It’s incredibly cathartic. His level of irreverence is uncanny. He blows up petty frustrations about hip hop and bachelorette parties with casual incredulity. He roasts wack cereal (i.e. big ass shredded wheat) with middle-school-yo-momma voracity!