I personally like my comedy best when it is just spikes of terrifying truth thrown out at you through the darkness. These spikes have to be lobbed by an expert. Not only an expert at observing of these truths, which is a skill in itself, but they then have to be so expertly delivered that they tickle as much as they hurt. It’s not that there shouldn’t be metaphorical blood involved, it’s just that it should leak out through your mouth disguised as laughter, and afterwards you feel almost as good as you do after you cry. It’s a relief. It’s like leech therapy for your psyche. It’s like a deep tissue massage that both relaxes your muscles and painfully reminds you that they are there.
Maria Bamford is the master of this, and I love her for it.