Luke Wright (4 stars)

  • 8 August 2006

This article is from 2006.

If poetry is the new rock’n’roll then Luke Wright must be a less female version of Lily Allen. Ludicrously good looking and full of opinions about those who have come before him in his chosen field (though we’re yet to discover if he has a famously gobby papa), Wright may be a familiar face to those who have feverishly followed the Fringe work of poetry boyband Aisle 16. That group’s inevitable schisming is portrayed in the opening projected sequence (which brings to mind the ‘Our Tune’ intro to Johnny Vegas’ early stand-up shows) as Wright is shown just how out of step (quite literally and horribly) he was with the other guys by the end.

Now though, Wright is launching a frilly-shirted bid to nab Andrew Motion’s Poet Laureate status and to back his case he has blisteringly performed odes to the London Olympics and diatribes about mediocre 18th century Laureate Lawrence Eusden. This isn’t the full-blown parody that it may initially suggest itself to be, as Wright has both funny bones and lyrical veins coursing and throbbing around his tall frame. And you get badges, too. (Brian Donaldson)

Pleasance Dome, 556 6550, until 28 Aug (not 14), 4.10pm, £8-£9 (£6-£7).

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