A litany of high-speed absurdities
This article is from 2007.
The concept of downtime is unfamiliar to Adam Bloom. After charging onstage and whirling through five minutes or so of funny, friendly, filthy audience interaction, the act proper begins without a wasted nanosecond.
Bloom has a sort of sunny fury, the frustration of a man who may not be naturally belligerent but is driven to confrontation by the world’s broken promises. He tells of anger management consultants who fail to heed their own advice, of how his fiancée’s honour was challenged by the filming of a period drama, and how bouncy castles are good PR for Islam.
All the while Bloom is following an ulterior agenda, peppering the set with subtle logic bombs which bounce the audience in and out of awareness that they are watching a preconceived litany of absurdities. Words and ideas emerge from the man at near lightning speed, some of them requiring considerable concentration to appreciate, but boy is it worth the effort. Bloom is at the very top of his game, transmitting brilliant material with confidence and vigour. It’s almost showboating when he ends with one of the best scatological jokes ever told. Unconditionally recommended. (Sam Healy)
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