Andrew Lawrence gets a few things off his chest
The end result is some high-pitched and hilarious rantings
This article is from 2010.
Andrew Lawrence claims he doesn’t have a grand theme or gimmick to his show: he just wants to get a few things off his chest. Boy, does he want to get a few things off his chest. With most comedians you start to sweat for them after half an hour, concerned they’ll run out of material. The opposite is true with Andrew Lawrence: you begin to fear for the people being showered with bile in the front row.
The brilliance of Lawrence’s act lies within its relentlessness. If he has an itch he doesn’t just scratch it, he worries at it until it bleeds. His whinging would be wearying were it not for the fact that his targets are generally deserving of the vitriol. A gifted mimic, he effortlessly conjures up his obnoxious Aussie promoter, his Brummie ex-housemate and his long-suffering girlfriend, while TV execs, dentists and purveyors of unhealthy breakfast cereals are all the subjects of his rantings. All of which are delivered at breakneck speed in a high-pitched monotone that would peel paper from the wall.
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