Eight piece band with Punjabi rhythms infused with infectious brassy anthems – but don’t worry it just works.
Our Pajama clad men haven’t mixed up the formula too much, but if you are on to a Barry-Award winning formula, surely you don’t cast it aside like a bottle of differently-labelled soda? No, you keep improving on it!
I do love a good stand up showcase. If it goes well, you find new comics to look out for. If it goes bad, you get to watch someone flounder and die on stage (don’t act like you don’t love it!), but not for so long that it gets weird, just long enough to see the panic before their time is up… wow, this review got dark fast.
After watching Rich Hall discuss how ridiculous trying to describe senses of humour as ‘dry’ is, I’m trying desperately to avoid describing him like that, because it really is my instinctive reaction to his style.
It seems like a throwaway joke of a show title, but surprisingly ‘My Girlfriend’s Boyfriend’ is a recurring theme of Mike Birbiglia’s stand up show.
This is punk rock comedy: shocking, minimalist, energetic, honest, and a mess of fucking fun.
Billed as a showcase of America’s hottest comedy, this show met all expectations. The four American comedians who took to the stage for 20 minutes at Hifi bar did not disappoint.
Ian Bagg stood perplexed on stage. He surveyed the audience and counted the empty chairs. The Canadian is used to pulling big crowds. He is a regular on Tonight Show with Jay Leno and Late Night with Conan O’Brien. Tonight there were only 16 occupied seats. The Exford Hotel function room was a third full.
From the moment Sykes took the stage she had the audience under her slightly self-deprecating spell, stalking the stage with her instantly recognisable afro.