This article is from 2009.
Fairly ordinary romp through an indecisive mind
The choice of Kasabian’s ‘Fire’ as the walk-on music for Tom Deacon’s show is telling. It establishes a checklist of expectations which go utterly unchallenged during the subsequent hour of serviceable, unremarkable, rut-deepening comedy. Young Deacon is indecisive about his dual nature: he wants to drink and be a lad, but he’s also a sensitive, compassionate boyfriend who doesn’t want to turn out like his philandering father. So far, so grindingly mainstream. It’s just conceivable that a comic might have a skewed enough viewpoint or surprising enough delivery to alchemise such tedium into memorable fare. That comic is elsewhere.
In stand-up, it’s interesting how the wirework of ego shows through when material isn’t strong enough to conceal it. Not that Deacon is a particularly self-regarding fellow; on the contrary, he seems like a decent, pretty humble guy. But never forget that he’s standing before a roomful of people to whom he has sold the privilege of 60 minutes in his company. Until he finds something less ordinary to talk about, it ain’t worth it.
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