Phil Jerrod: Neanderthal
A likeable, enjoyable romp through the notion of ambition
This article is from 2015.
Rural life isn’t as dull or bad (or rammed with racists) as some city people make out. So claims Phil Jerrod in his Neanderthal show which has arrived in Edinburgh on the back of plenty acclaim already, including a Leicester Comedy Festival award for best new show. His open manner, occasionally theatrical delivery and thoughtful material suggests a massive talent of the future and this hour is a very fine starting point.
Ostensibly a show about whether you should really bother to harbour high-end ambition and strive for over-arching achievements or just settle for the lower rungs on everything, Jerrod couches some of his evidence in his own fabulous facial fuzz. Considering its cultivation and maintenance as one of his few personal victories, even that tiny triumph has been stolen from him given that such beardage is two a penny in communities across the land, irrespective of concentrated hipster numbers in an area.
Long since having abandoned his countryside upbringing to reside in the artistic hub of Brighton, Jerrod gives off the air of someone who is pretty contented with his lot, even while he’s having a grouch at middle-class woes. As likeable a comic as you’ll encounter this month, even the person whose name he kept forgetting will bear Phil Jerrod no ill will.
Pleasance Courtyard, 556 6550, until 30 Aug (not 17), 7pm, £7.50–£10 (£6.50–£9).