Went to see Russell 'the love muscle' Brand last night. The venue a local leisure centre, converted its 5 a-side/badminton hall into a venue, quite surreal surroundings, a fact not lost on Russell who pored scorn over it, along with certain parts of the town. Don't ya just love it when people rip the piss out of yer manor? Yes. If you've ever been to Stevenage you'll understand. (Social Distortion and The Rockingbirds did) Russell kept the full house entertained for an hour and a half. The majority of the show was improvised with a few anecdotes and revolutionary pieces about materialism and media control of the population amongst self depicating tails of his sex and drugs exploits thrown in. Strange one that, because without the media and it's manipulation Russell wouldn't be able to get away with walking round the audience picking out the females he'd like to shag after the show. He came to the conclusion he'd shag all of row K, fortunately I was in row G. The sight of him eating a banana (which he'd blagged of an audience member) while pretending to be a masturbating chimp, sound effects and all, was funny but undoubtedly wrong. This man has issues! This man is clever! This man is dangerous! This was a great performance! If the revolution needs a joker then Russell Brand is the man, he'd probably be fathering the children of it, rather than 'manning' the barricades. (can I say that in this PC world?, fuck it, too late, already have.)
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