Seymour Mace: Shit Title (4 stars)

This article is from 2016

Seymour Mace: Shit Title

Wonderfully daft hour from an act who mixes bleakness with whimsy

For anyone wondering whether Seymour Mace will ever run out of crap glove puppet routines, shonky cardboard props and flimsy game-show spin-offs, the answer is no, apparently he never will. It's a question he asked himself quite obsessively, he confesses, agonising through the pressure of the 12-month build-up to another Fringe, where he'd have to deliver a hit show after all the inconveniently gushing praise he received for last year's Edinburgh Comedy Award-nominated Niche as Fuck! He can relax though, Shit Title (he settled on that one after binning several other options including Dark Whimsy and Lonely Joking) is just as magnificently off as his growing legions of fan would hope it to be.

From his tuneless karaoke intro to 'I Wanna Know What Love Is' as the crowd shuffle into their seats, through his sensual, partially undressed mannequin hand dance, and an illustrated guide to famous Garys he admires or strongly disapproves of, Mace can't seem to switch off once he's up and running. And it's a pleasure to behold.

Ridiculous, mildly abusive whimsy, with references to suicide, depression, mortality and self-harm are cheerfully slotted in among 'Cuddly Toy' lip syncing, prosthetic chins and inflatable props. Another sublimely daft show from an outsider grandmaster at work.

The Stand 2, until 28 Aug (not 15), 2.30pm, £9 (£8).

Seymour Mace: Shit Title

  • 4 stars

Irreverent stand-up from the comedian, mixing whimsy and surrealism and struggles to live up to the promise of last year's award-nominated show.