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We Are Klang live at The Pleasance Theatre - review
Live at The Pleasance Theatre for a fiver, they’re currently trying out some of their script ideas for the new show (yet to be approved by the powers that be at the BBC according to Hall). Set in the smallest theatre room I’ve ever seen, it was a chance to get right in the face of the slapstick mental comedy trio as they play around with possible new bits for the show. While Greg Davies came out to warn us right at the beginning that what would follow would be a sack of wild monkey faeces, there were more than enough moments of “comedy gold” to make it worth the fiver ticket price.
The only real disappointment was that it was way too short at just under an hour. Surely a couple of 45 minute stints with a 20 minute fag and booze break in the middle isn’t too much to ask for. I know it was only a fiver, but pull your finger out Davies you poor man’s excuse for a Susan Boyle blind date... you long legged Big Mac daddy... you real life reincarnation of Earl from ToeJam & Earl... you upside down prize winning spring onion...
Bits included Davies and Hall noshing on each other's cucumber, Marek sucking on Greg’s man breasts (always funny) and a song about animal poo to close on (which, on a serious note, was fairly crappy). Some of the ideas we a lot funnier than others, but out of it all, there was definitely enough to warrant another series of Klang telly action.
I’ve decided not to rate We Are Klang at The Pleasance Theatre as I would do ordinarily. I’m still too mad at Davies for not making it a longer show to retain any semblance of objectivity. He’s like a skip balancing on two planks of wood... like the Ron Jeremy of the comedy world... like an overstuffed scarecrow... like a one man freak show... the love child of Noel Edmonds and Mr Blobby... like a top heavy Mr Soft... like a peach jelly duck taped to a couple of bamboo sticks... like a tooth-pic-legs wobble gut... like a mutated bouncy castle...
I love you Marek.
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