Peter Brush: Chasing Snails
- Craig Angus
- 13 August 2018
Self-deprecating gains momentum after painfully slow start
Peter Brush isn't the first to downplay his own material, but he certainly makes an art of it. Chasing Snails starts with a whimper, as Brush essentially apologies to his audience for his show. This goes on for longer than is comfortable and is a bizarre tactic, even for someone advertised as an 'awkward jokesmith'. It kicks off a low-energy gig that lives up to its name.
There's nothing to be sorry for either, as Brush does have some really good material. He talks inventively about dealing with boredom, drily explains his far-fetched theory about the Turner Prize and deadpans about his sexual peak. By the end of his hour he's hit his stride and shaken off the nerves, talking to both God and Adolf Hitler over the phone. On the other hand there are too many barbs, featuring a yellow colour scheme, about 'more successful' acts performing at other venues. Once this could have been passed off as self-deprecating, but it gets bitter with repetition.
Brush would do well to quit apologising for being on stage, because he isn't as bad as he says he is. On a good day his Free Fringe audience will consider that taking a chance on him was an hour well spent.
Banshee Labyrinth, until 26 Aug, 12.30pm, donations.