Russell Brand at the Odyssey

8 01 2010

Sorry for the lack of updates this week, folks. It’s been crazy busy since Monday and it’s only winding down now (even though I’m working tomorrow too). Anyway, I thought I’d finish up the week by reprinting a review of Russell Brand at the Odyssey that ran in AU (which incidentally becomes a free sheet next month).

Russell Brand at the Odyssey, Belfast

Minutes before Russell Brand makes his way onstage, you can hear a multitude of obnoxious big haired ladies talking way too loudly, clearly hoping for a tickle on the funnyman’s love truncheon. Needless to say their efforts are in vain but they give it a good hard try until a VT comes on featuring all of the comedians most “outrageous” moments (the tour’s called Scandalous y’see….). As he strides onstage in bollock torturing trousers backed by AC/DC’s ‘Back In Black’ it’s obvious right from the get go that Brand hasn’t a clue how to fill the hour he’s been allotted onstage. In fact for the first fifteen minutes he spends his time strutting around like a peacock gone goth and saying hello to AU’s photographer instead of giving us laughs, but hey, his female followers seem to think it’s inspired…

Tonight’s show is a stark reminder that comedians need to keep writing material no matter what the circumstances. Case in point-our Russell relies far too much on Manuel-Gate (which was a year ago) and slagging off Twilight (which is such an easy target we reckon even Gordon Brown could come up with something remotely funny on the subject). Don’t get us wrong, Russell Brand can be a funny bloke. When he drops the façade and indulges in some self deprecatory humour (such as telling us Noel Gallagher thought he looked like Rev Al Sharpton when he presented the MTV Awards) it’s genuinely hilarious, but those moments are few and far between.

Tonight’s performance has taught us two things about the comedian. Firstly-he’s hopeless when he’s caught on the hop (when one pissed up mentalist beside us starts screaming about Bob Geldof he looks far too frightened to think of a comeback) and secondly his material is older than Bruce Forsyth’s hair-piece. While his show may have pleased the faithful, we think that there’s only so long he can continue with the same old schtick. File under D for disappointing. Edwin McFee