A distinctive voice that belongs to someone else
This article is from 2009.
Joey Page comes to Edinburgh for his full Fringe debut with a ringing endorsement in his lugs from Noel Fielding. Which is as good an explanation as any why a large proportion of the decently-numbered Caves gathering look like the sort of people who go along to Mighty Boosh gigs dressed in full character regalia. It’s one thing to be commended by such an idiosyncratic British talent, quite another to just go ahead and become a carbon copy.
The surreal meanderings are delivered in a deadpan and faux-bored style which lets us know that he’s really good at memorising absurdist drivel while his audience interaction leaves a lot to be desired: what’s the point in picking on individuals in the crowd who have failed to laugh at a deliberately bad joke? Still, there’s an underlying comedic warmth and sensitive charm about Page which will come through stronger if he forces himself to slide off the Boosh bandwagon and find his own voice.
The Caves, 208 0882, until 30 Aug, 8pm, £6–£7 (£5–£6).