@ Laughing Gas
10:00pm, Tue 5 Mar 2002
Short Review: Bustagut
Dom Irrera came on stage in front of a full house and started with a “pee and poop” joke.
“Oh no,” thought I, “60 minutes of pee and poop a comedian maketh not.” But within the next 20 seconds he had excused himself for his foul language, then rapid-fired through 30 euphemisms for the sexual act. And he was rolling.
And this guy hammered the jokes home. No theme to the show, just solid, wall-to-wall funny stuff. No pausing for the audience to laugh, soaking up the adulation stuff here. Lots of semi-crude stuff (topical(?) child sex, fun with homophobes), ridiculous stuff (punching the cat), and just straight gags (airport security stuff a-plenty).
Really, there’s bugger all to say, except: see this man. He’s basically playing every night ’til the end of the Fringe, so you’ve got no excuse not to.