Andrew Dice Clay is back, in black leather, fresh from a VH-1 reality series that documents his ongoing quest to reclaim the heavyweight crown of comedy. The belligerent and foulmouthed funnyman is working his way back to arenas and — he hopes — Giants Stadium, one club at a time. Expect a set filled with F-bombs and X-rated anecdotes that, we suspect, may be somewhat embellished for dramatic effect. And if he doesn’t do his trademark off-color nursery rhymes, just keep shouting out requests for them. When Dice handles hecklers, it usually turns into a better bit than the actual rhymes.

This article appears in Aug 22-28, 2007.