Reflecting society’s swathe of prejudice
This article is from 2007.
There’s a lot to get annoyed about with Brendon Burns. He’s a bit squealy, a bit shouty, a bit prone to flights of squealy, shouty pseudo-philosophical ramblings. A bit like an Aussie Bill Hicks. A bit 1993. Yet with Brendon Burns, what you are seeing is never quite what you are really getting. Certainly, he’s one of those comics who, away from the mic, is as far from his stage persona as it gets, yet within the act itself, there are just as many complexities.
With a show entitled So I Suppose This is Offensive Now emboldened by a poster which features our comic host as, variously, a Zulu warrior, disabled, a guy in a fairy costume and Jesus on the cross, you should know you’re in for a raucous ride, but this is showbusiness after all (hence the dancing girls). To reveal exactly how the ride ends would be to spoil the entire show, though the mirrors on the stage reflecting the audience back upon itself is a hint about having to face up to our own prejudices. Not a comfortable hour (or an especially hilarious one) but his is a show that actually makes you stand up and think. (Brian Donaldson)
Pleasance Dome, 556 6550, until 26 Aug, 8.30pm, £12–£13 (£10.50–£11.50).