Ginger & Black
Dodgy songs and deadly put-downs
This article is from 2008.
Ginger & Black aren't just deadpan. They're the pan that's been buried, left to rot, dug up and smacked about a bit just to make sure. They would grimace at this metaphor, and thereby prove my point. In fact, they would grimace if you composed the most eloquent literary distillation of their comedic style possible. They grimace a lot, because they're deadpan. And if you're thinking this doesn't sound very funny, you're wrong.
The duo of Eri Jackson (the ginger one) and Daniel Taylor (the black one) summon shrieks of laughter with their withering put-downs, riotously un-PC songs and subtle facial spasms of disgust. OK, so the studied sarcasm can stray into uneasy theatricality, but on the whole this is finely tuned comedy, from Taylor's job application letter to a TV producer that segues into a stalkerish version of Eminem's 'Stan', sending up the eager desperation of media wannabes, to Jackson's lightning transitions from heartfelt folkie balladeer to money-grabbing bitch-from-hell. A veritable pan graveyard.
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