As slang, “bust down” has all kinds of meanings. But after watching the very funny, very raunchy six-episode series “Bust Down,” I prefer to think of the show’s title as a nod to all the boundaries of good taste it happily mows down, like the Kool-Aid Man busting through a wall.
Created by four friends who are also the show’s stars, “Bust Down” is a slice-of-life both profane and absurd, about the misadventures of a group of friends who trade barbs and non sequiturs while working dead-end jobs at a casino in Gary, Indiana, or filling their off hours with one shenanigan after another.
It is a wholly original creation, but without the kind of household celebrity names that can help a show stand out amid a fire hose of reboots that already have familiar titles. Also, it’s streaming on Peacock, the also-ran of platforms. None of this should matter. And in a fair and rational world, none of it would matter. But these factors have a way of conspiring to keep too many good shows under the radar. I hope that doesn’t happen here. “Bust Down” joins a rarefied lineup of small but specific comedies with a similar blend of the smart and ridiculous, including “Starstruck,” “Sort Of” and the Chicago-shot “South Side” (all three on HBO Max), and “We Are Lady Parts” (on Peacock).
