Looking like the love child of Tina Fey and Ira Glass, DeAnne Smith is a delight. Running her right-to-left Josh Earl fringe under one arm of her glasses, she described her self as a “nerdy Justin Bieber,” which is grossly unfair on herself as people don’t laugh with Justin Bieber.

The cheap-arse Tuesday audience couldn’t be more primed to she her and rightly so, like many international artists who make the trip out here, she knows what she is doing, delivering great gags and confident delivery. She also seems to have what can only be described as a rabid fan base, but it could just be that Smith is very funny.

Starting out with some local material, she plays a ukulele song (“I play a little guitar,” probably the worst joke of the set and still funny enough) about that great Aussie phrase “no worries.” Putting this effort in sends out a wonderful signal to the audience that Smith has put effort into crafting a show which will work for her Melbourne audience.

Smith romps through some great material on time travel, relating to toddlers (she hates ‘em) and celebrity adoption (“should white people buying black babies be applauded? It doesn’t sound right, does it?”) She has the confidence and skill to hold the audience in the palm of her hand, setting aside six and a half minutes of hilarity for banter and never missing a beat, chatting with a large, spikey-haired person in a hoody (“Sir? You can never tell with my audience”). Satirical, caustic and a little bit facetious, expect Smith to be playing much bigger rooms next time she comes to Melbourne.