Kevin Bloody Wilson - Aussie Icon Tour, supported by Jenny Talia From Australia@ Dalrymple Hotel 10th June 2026

Two years ago, Townsville had the pleasure of welcoming this father–daughter duo, and judging by two sold-out shows, it’s crystal clear that the appetite for their brand of hilariously crude, unapologetically Aussie humour is still alive and kicking.

Warming up the crowd was Jenny Talia, who delivered a confident and polished set blending familiar favourites with fresh material. Sporting her trademark cheeky grin, she quickly settled into her groove, mixing storytelling with sharp, irreverent humour.

After a handful of songs and stories that fans have come to expect, the crowd hit peak laughter when she introduced herself as “just the apprentice,” teasing that there was much more still to come from Kev. Of course, she’s also the only performer who can proudly say that, growing up, her answer to “what does your dad do?” was “He says ‘F*ck for a living.’” There’s delicious irony too—Kev later joking that she’s the one who overuses the C-word.

Jenny’s strength lies in her clever songwriting. Her “life advice” ditties—F.O.C.U.S, F.I.S.H.M.O, and C.H.A.M.P—were standout moments (and best left unexplained for maximum effect). Equally entertaining were her reimagined takes on classics from legends like The Platters, Whitney Houston, and Aussie favourites The Choirboys, transformed into her own cheeky versions: Rub You, Great Offender, and Parasite.

She also proved quick on her feet, zeroing in on unsuspecting audience members—particularly a front-row attendee and a bloke named Bodhi, who quickly learned not to engage. Add in some sharp jabs at stalkers and even a dig at Albo, and Jenny had the crowd well and truly primed.

With 21 albums in his back catalogue, Kevin Bloody Wilson has no shortage of material, and he drew from it liberally. Launching into his set, Kev delivered exactly what fans came for: outrageous stories, fearless observations, and classic one-liners like his grandad’s advice on red heads: “if there's rust on the roof, there’s moisture in the basement.” Not bad for someone raised Catholic, though that upbringing clearly took an unexpected (and hilarious) turn.

The audience became an active participant during the ever-reliable DILLIGAF choir moments, enthusiastically singing along whenever prompted. And of course, Nigel—the f*ckin’ legend—made a memorable appearance in storytelling form.

Kev also addressed criticism head-on, particularly accusations of racism. In trademark style, he clarified that he loves culture but pushes back against what he sees as industry exploitation, backed visually by a backdrop celebrating First Nations artwork, adding an interesting layer to the performance.

Surprisingly (or perhaps not), Kev revealed a more personal and reflective side throughout the night. He spoke affectionately about his wife Betty and their life in Kalgoorlie, a town colourful enough to match his stories—complete with brothels dating back to 1893. He also touched on family life, referencing both his children (including Jenny) and hilarious yet relatable moments involving ageing parents—most notably his father’s fart that unsilenced his mother.

Nothing was off-limits. Kev poked fun at reality TV, joking about a rebrand of I’m a Celebrity into “I’m a has-been, put me back on telly”, nominating Yoko Ono as the perfect contestant.

He also shared that this year will be his final UK tour, reflecting on his admiration for the late Queen, while skewering the modern royals—taking aim at Charles, expressing fondness for Princess Diana, and throwing cheeky barbs at Camilla and Prince Andrew (with his recent controversies not spared).

Some of the night’s biggest laughs came from his stories about his grandkids discovering what he actually does for a living, along with the comedic fallout of not being entirely honest with his son. These moments balanced shock humour with genuine storytelling.

The final stretch of the show was a nostalgia-laden time machine, diving into some of Kev’s most loved classics including Dictaphone, Mick Me Mate, Can’t Say C*nt in Canada, It was Over, and Kev’s Courtin’ Song. Each one landed as strongly as ever, with the crowd hanging on every word.

Woven through the show, Kev took it upon himself to “educate” the audience with his own upgraded version of the iconic chant: “Aussie, Aussie, Aussie!” But instead of “Oi! Oi! Oi!”—he insisted on: “You f*ckin’ beauty!” And just to be sure everyone got it right, he made them practise—more than once.

Kevin Bloody Wilson and Jenny Talia prove that even after decades in the game, their brand of no-holds-barred comedy still hits the mark, especially with a Townsville crowd more than happy to laugh along.