Review – Love in the Key of Britpop
This was absolutely nothing like I expected and the surprise was a great one. I absolutely love the writing of this piece.
This was absolutely nothing like I expected and the surprise was a great one. I absolutely love the writing of this piece.
You’d be forgiven for expecting a night of macabre ditties from a show named “Suicide Songs of the Ukelele”. Original songs of dark thoughts and personal pain, contrasted with the upbeat tinniness of a uke.
Soursob Bob’s opening Fringe gig fell on a 38 degree day, and the venue – a quirky little space tucked underneath Suzie Wong’s Room – was swelteringly warm, but it mattered not as the performance delivered by Bob and violinist Emma Luker was even warmer.
Seriously, this is the basis for this show, Matt playing his Nintendo to score $20 from his Mum.
In The Social Contract – Redux, Dave Bloustein recounts his all too personal experience with a comedy show gone horribly wrong; so wrong, in fact, that he wound up in court for not being funny.
If you aren’t familiar with First Dog on the Moon (or FD in Internet parlance) as a political satirist and cartoonist then you’re probably part of the problem…
Abandoman is an entirely improvised show, powered by the audience, their stories and the objects in their pockets and handbags.
A shadow puppetry performance seems like a perfect fit for the writings of Poe, Dickens and Lovecraft. They are the masters of the macabre and menacing, so silhouettes are an ideal way to guide you through their stories, without restricting the monsters of your own imagination.
Touring their second album: ‘L’, New South Welsh trio Elephant have brought their mammoth sound to the Ed Castle for the Fringe – and they are not messing around.
This is a silly show, but the stories are straight from the heart, the laughter is genuine and you’ll get sucked right in to the life of professional hipster Cobi Smith.
In our modern world of tabloid magazines, reality TV shows and inspirational memes, it is easy to fall for the notion that we all have the chance to be movie stars or royalty.
This refreshingly funny show was presented in a very simple style, a woman, a piano and a lot of attitude. Not the sort of attitude that gets an airing very often.
If you want a solid night of booty-shaking, at the bargain basement price of $13 a ticket, you can’t go past 4 Decaces of Dance.
The opening performance of A Burlesque Interlude left much to be desired. There were obvious shortcoming from several areas, both performance and technical sides, and much room for improvement for the rest of their 5 night run.
Comedy shows have framing devices. It’s a fact of life: you need something to bookend your show, a big revelatory note on which you can end the night, to show you’re a human being and not just a joke machine.