This article is from 2006.
The Walker Brothers once crooned that breaking up is so very hard to do. It must be tougher still when it’s because you bit one of your girlfriend’s bunions during sex. But hey ho, Phil Nichol drugged the pain away on a four-day bender in Amsterdam: magic mushrooms, marijuana and Mr Jack Daniel fuelled a sojourn where he met nihilistic rock kids, skinheads on bicycles and a swivel-eyed US mercenary.
Possessed with energy bordering on the manic, Nichol’s persona is funny because it’s obvious he doesn’t care what sort of fool he’s making of himself on stage. The sweaty loon spouts forth implausible yet almost certainly true stories about polite sadomasochists and an Asian Proclaimers tribute act, then ties the whole show together with a history lesson about a group of pacifists on the Russian-Armenian border and how they drove him to question his own anti-violence stance. (Robin Lee)
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