- 21 August 2006
This article is from 2006.
Ed Byrne has always loved big gestures. This year he explodes onto the stage through a huge wall of white blocks à la Pink Floyd. Despite having acquired the status of comedic demagogue, Byrne has found more to rant and rave about than ever (the fact that his Fringe poster depicts him as Michael Douglas in Falling Down is no mere gimmick). He recalls, with some self-disgust, the moment he screamed out of the window that he was going to buy a crossbow if a neighbour didn’t stop their dog from barking.
He pours bile on ticket touts (‘muggers without knives’), flings scorn at James Blunt (‘a scheming fucking rat’) and curls his nose in disdain at the contradiction in terms that is lastminute.com. His hour-long grouch is delivered with a forensic eye for detail and on-the-money comic timing, while the very relentlessness of his rant is what makes it so enjoyable. (Allan Radcliffe)
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