Nick Helm - Keep Hold of the Gold
You’ll get on stage – whether you want to or not
This article is from 2010.
'Nice to meet you, nice to greet you!' Audience members are well into a thigh slapping get-to-know-you session at the beginning of Nick Helm’s Fringe 2010 outing. Everyone’s been forced under the spotlight to sing along and everyone’s grinning, some no doubt through gritted teeth. Helm, after all, is one of contemporary stand-up’s more aggressive, in-your-face practitioners. 'Get on stage!' he roars at those who seem unwilling to participate. No-one disobeys.
Blitzkrieg, shock and awe – military terms spring readily to mind during the sonic assault that is Helm’s show. Yet it’s difficult not to take to the irrepressible Londoner – booming and yelling one minute, love struck and mumbling the next – as he careers through his rhyme and cacophony-enriched set.
Though some of the gags are overdone – the recurring 'sex with models' series grates long before its final instalment and the musical intro really drags – there’s plenty to chortle at as Helm courts female audience members in his adolescent, inimitably boisterous fashion and extols the sexual benefits of crushed pineapple.
Downstairs at the Tron, 0131 226 0000, until 29 August, 3.40pm, £5