Review – Stephen K Amos: What Does the K Stand for?
With eloquence and wit, Amos tackles everyday social issues from racism and identity to puberty and heartbreak, all the while building to his reveal of this elusive K.
With eloquence and wit, Amos tackles everyday social issues from racism and identity to puberty and heartbreak, all the while building to his reveal of this elusive K.
Demi’s delivery is flawless. She often sets up anecdotes and at the last minute twists them into unexpected punch lines that are not only very funny but a little bit evil too.
The women quickly drew the audience into their act, and didn’t let them go for the whole show. They were charming… funny, sweet and a little bit thought provoking.
Paco has a cheeky, self-referential style of humour that kept the audience almost constantly laughing.
The acrobatics were impressive and quite funny to watch, the monologues were quirky in deliverance, the strip tease was just awkward enough not to be confronting or gratuitous, and the set was just simplistic enough to give it a real office feel.
[Chongy] would love nothing more than for you think of him as a mate telling you a funny story at the pub, except your mate is 2009’s Adelaide Comedian of the Year and still punching strong.
The bits where naked men scrunched their genitals up into weird shapes are actually the least awkward part.
There is something infectious in the humour of this lively performer that endeared him to everyone with a warm-hearted show that easily outshone many more professional performers at the Fringe.
Even without the notion of a theme, Heath Franklin has the natural comic ability to stand up on stage and keep the crowd laughing with his personal anecdotes alone.
Despite the title, and Turner’s promotional material, hip-hop is more of a back beat than the main event here. He serves up some very slick stand-up, riffing (and sometimes rapping) on a broad range of themes, and he displayed considerable talent for improvisation.
The show was absolutely delightful. It takes a strong performer to pull off the perfect balance of constant witty banter, tomfoolery and delightfully tight knickers – such a shallow, fickle nature has I; such tight, tight undies has he – but the good doctor manages it effortlessly.
The high energy pair – in their Hawaiian shirts, hipster leopard shorts and skinny jeans – begin on a high and don’t ever come down in a show that is a “little music, a little comedy, a little hip-hop”.
It all flowed wonderfully, and the characters are very funny; sometimes so real and familiar, and other times so ludicrous and unexpected, that you either find yourself nodding vigorously in recognition or slapping your hand to your mouth in surprise.
The man can make a pause as funny as a punchline, and his writing is extremely witty (as carefully as he disguises it with his hilariously stumbling, off-kilter delivery).
Storyteller’s Club on Popeye is a small scale comedy gala with a twist. It’s smooth sailing and clear waters with this ratbag crew of comedians, and there is something enchanting and certainly incomparable about this show – definitely there is nothing like it at this year’s Fringe.