Edinburgh Fringe review: Lost Voice Guy, Laughter Is The Worst Medicine
We talk about comedians needing to ‘find their voice’ fairly often in reviews, but rarely mean it literally. In the case of Lee Ridley – a.k.a Lost Voice Guy – he found his with the help of an iPad after losing his ability to speak when he was a child.
Edinburgh Fringe review: Kai Humphries, Stuff Protocol
There’s a genuinely interesting section in Kai Humphries’ show where we’re encouraged to shout of the names of rappers.
Edinburgh Fringe review: Ed Gamble, Gambletron 5000
Ed Gamble is a very funny man, something that becomes obvious about five minutes into his extremely lively show when a girl sitting on a tall bench at the back of the venue laughs so hard at one of his jokes that she actually falls off her seat. Now that’s comedy.
Edinburgh Fringe review: I Killed Rasputin
Like legendary Russian mystic Grigori Rasputin, Richard Herring’s sixth foray into theatre is an enigmatic beast.
Edinburgh Fringe review: Lucy Beaumont, We Can Twerk It Out
Lucy Beaumont’s on stage persona is a perfectly studied parody of a slightly airheaded Hull woman. At least, we assume it’s a parody. If she’s really as airheaded and easily confused as her persona suggests it would fairly hard to get to this stage…or any stage, for that matter.
Edinburgh Fringe review: Carl Hutchinson, Here’s Me Show
Carl Hutchinson doesn’t tend to get on well with people, a trait he’s exploited in the past to good comic effect. Last year’s show All The Rage detailed his various run ins with members of the public, including those evil people who insist on fully reclining their airline seats.
Edinburgh Fringe review: Katie Mulgrew, Happily Ever After
If the title of Katie Mulgrew’s show didn’t give you enough of a clue as to its theme, she underlines it by bounding onto stage with dyed, bright red hair, a Little Mermaid t-shirt, green leggings and a tiara. If you don’t like Disney films, it might be a good idea to run away now.
Edinburgh Fringe review: Tommy Rowson, Down And Out In Powys And London
It’s hard to pin down the source of Tommy Rowson’s appeal. Is it the fact that the wry, tattooed comic is a loveable rogue, or the fact he looks a bit like a younger, slightly better looking version of fellow Welshman Rhys Ifans?
