Carey Marx
This article is from 2009.
Marx offers a relatively fresh take on that peculiarly British obsession with doom and gloom in a routine that takes in everything from global warming to fisting cows, Susan Boyle's hair and bum sex while trampolining. While his writing betrays an inquiring intelligence, his set is undermined at points by the rather one-note delivery, with some of his rants taking a rambling, circuitous route to the punchline, and his string of Jesus on the cross jokes falling flat.
The Stand II, 558 7272, until 30 Aug, 7.45pm, £8 (£7).
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