Death of a Sails-Man follows sensibly in the chronology of Simmons’s material, and could possibly be argued to be a relatively safe show for the comic, though admittedly the word has little meaning given the context.
Casey is immune to awkwardness; he’s the kind of bloke who keeps digging so far into a hole that when he finally ploughs through to the other side you are helplessly laughing. He is the best man you are silently willing to stop speaking before he ruins the wedding, crossed with the buddy you want to cheer on.
Hans the German took to the stage in typical flamboyant style – overtly loud and donned in a revealing sequinned bodysuit. This was only the beginning of many risqué costume changes and dance moves that would be performed in front of a packed Spiegeltent that night.
Green flies energetically through his show from one priceless anecdote to another and even where a joke fails to land, or an accent suddenly switches continent, he brings the laughs back with clever improvisation and quick wit.
I reserve the highest props for comedy which looks to be personal, daring, sophisticated and original all at once. Of the few shows at this Fringe that tick all those boxes, Red Bastard has to be one of the most obnoxious and crass entries in the category.
[EastEnd Cabaret offer] saucy, classy, daring and accessible entertainment that leaves you with plenty to tell your workmates about in the lunchroom the next day.
[Kraken] is hilarious, charming and unique in about equal measure. A thing to be seen.
An up-and-comer to look out for, Hodge is sure to delight, and will hopefully return next year with even more stories.
The humour was spot on. A bit outlandish and crude at times but set up well, earning groans and surprised laughter.
Musical comedy acts can be a bit of a risk – too often, performers have one or two well-known good songs and a lot of mediocre filler. This is assuredly not the case here.
Concluding that only “perverts” would attend a kids show without bringing their children along, the duo change up their show halfway through to make it appeal to perverted sensibilities, resulting in a night of drug use, mass-murder, incest, infanticide and child molestation jokes.
Tea With Terrorists is one of the more unique comedy shows going around this year, and with a little editing would be one of the best offerings around as well.
it became apparent that [Craig Hill is] really not a fan of Aussie accents. Or maybe he is, but only as fodder with which to constantly insult the audience. As in, “Your accent couldn’t make you sound more like a knuckle dragger”, or, more simply, “Your accent is mingin'”
[Paul Foot’s] minutely detailed rants revealed an intellectual acuity finely tooled to the deconstruction of the ridiculous habits and bigotries of polite society.
Adam Richard’s comedy career has been long and rich. Spanning over twenty years, and including stand-up, radio and now television, many fresh young comics would die to know what his secret is. It’s simple, he’s really funny.
