Review – The Comedy Crate Weekender, Edinburgh Previews and Works in Progress, Northampton, 20th and 21st July 2024

A veritable cornucopia of comedic talent descended on Northampton last weekend to take part in this year’s Comedy Crate Weekender, two days of fun and frolics where comedians who are honing their Edinburgh shows to perfection come and try them out on the willing guinea pigs of Northampton. Three venues, twenty-six (twenty-seven actually, there was one double act) performers, and enough laughter to make even Greyfriars Bobby satisfy his FOMO by leaving his post and sniffing it out. It’s all down to the precision engineering planning and organisation of those nice people at the Comedy Crate, to whom we offer three cheers!

The structure of the weekend means you can make it very much your own adventure. With two or three shows on at the same time, you can create your own comedy recipe for each day. I’d like to be able to say we chose our schedule with meticulous research – that would not, strictly speaking, be true. But this is what we saw – and how we reacted!

Saturday 20 July:

Michael Odewale (The Black Prince)

We’d not seen Michael Odewale before, although I knew the name. He’s a very likeable presence on stage, quite relaxed and confiding, and he started off with some very relatable and recognisable material about his driving instructor being a conspiracy theorist; I think that was especially funny as it’s a completely believable concept! There’s a great reason why he failed his Hill Stop and Start, and he has an excellent way of telling old white ladies and old black ladies apart. His show frequently returns to a central thread about just trying to be a better person. He will be the first to agree that it still needs a lot of weeding and shaping, but once it’s there I’m sure it will be a great hour. His Edinburgh show, Michael Odewale: Of Mike and Men, is on every day at 14:50 from 30 July – 12 August at Monkey Barrel Comedy at The Hive.

Olga Koch (The Charles Bradlaugh)

Olga Koch is another name of whom I had heard Good Things but had not yet seen for myself. Whereas Mr Odewale gently took us through his material, Ms Koch dives straight in, all guns blazing, with a fiery, spirited attacking style full of vigour and kapow. Born in Russia, university-educated in New York City, and for the last ten years a resident of the UK, Olga Koch is clearly a citizen of the world but very much shaped by those unusual Russian/American formative years. She wants us to know that she is rich; she’d like to be able to tell us where the money came from, but much of that is surmise – however, her father apparently was one of six or seven men who basically took control of Russia’s oil industry once the Iron Curtain was down. Nothing illegal, he assures us. Ms Koch has a fast and funny style, hardly pausing for breath as she illustrates her life story with observations on privilege, wealth, and learning from other countries. This is also work-in-progress, but there’s not that much left for her to tweak, and her Edinburgh show Olga Koch Comes From Money is going to go down a storm. It’s on every day from 30 July to 25 August at 17:40 at Monkey Barrel Comedy 3.

Andrew Bird (The Charles Bradlaugh)

Local lad Andrew Bird (what he doesn’t know about Towcester isn’t worth knowing) returns to the County Town with a very polished and hilarious show delivered with his usual cheeky, knowing, down-to-earth style. Its central thread is about the nature of comedy and how and why we appreciate it – including plenty of local variations, which enables him to give us some comedy nuggets about his stage appearances in Belfast, Liverpool, and Birmingham. He’s not afraid to come close to some tricky subjects – race, religion and suchlike, but handles them with such aplomb that it’s impossible to be offended. There are also lots of stories about his nine year old, and life with a Slovakian wife (or is it Slovenian, he can never remember). Full of drive and immensely likeable, he hasn’t got an Edinburgh show coming up, but he will be taking this new material (and hopefully some other, as yet, unwritten stuff) on tour later in the year. Just don’t call him Andy!

Angela Barnes (The Charles Bradlaugh)

Angela Barnes prefaced her show with a warning that, not only was this a Work in Progress, it’s a Work in Progress for a show for 2025! So the fact that there is clearly a long way to go before the comedy material she shared can be neatly dovetailed into a properly structured show, she does at least have plenty of time to achieve it. That said, she is taking her Angela Barnes is Getting Worked Up (WIP) show to Edinburgh this year. A hugely funny and always reliable performer, Ms Barnes gave us some unfamiliar topics of discussion; predominantly, the fact that she suffers from synaesthesia, the condition where your sensory perceptions get muddled up – which of course she uses for comic gain. There are also entertaining anecdotes about performing to a nudist group, and taking part in the TV programme World’s Most Dangerous Roads with Rhod Gilbert. Angela Barnes is a naturally funny person with terrific style and presence, and once this material has been properly “worked up” this will be a brilliant show. Meanwhile, Angela Barnes is Getting Worked Up (WIP) is on every day from 12 to 25 August at Assembly George Square Studios at 18:15.

Maisie Adam (The Charles Bradlaugh)

Of course, we knew who Maisie Adam is – but confession time, we have never seen her perform before, neither live nor on TV. So we had no idea quite what a treat was in store. She is one of those gifted comedians who appears to need to put no effort in whatsoever to deliver you a brilliant hour of comedy, because she makes it look so easy (which we know it certainly isn’t!) A lovely, honest storytelling style leads you to believe absolutely everything she says, which, in this work in progress show, included avoiding turning up to a gig in Halifax wearing a Leeds United strip (a definite no-no, I understand), what happened on her hen night, explaining how she was happily married to a man to a club full of lesbians, and the tactical error she made before going on the TV programme The Wheel. A masterclass in confident, fluid delivery and a bundle of truly hilarious material to enjoy too. Maisie Adam is not preparing for an Edinburgh Fringe show but has a UK tour, Appraisal, starting in September, finishing in November.

Sunday 21 July:

Sophie Duker (The Black Prince)

A fairly last-minute replacement for Darren Harriott who was unwell, Sophie Duker brought her Work in Progress show to the Black Prince; and, although she was using notes, it struck me that the show was a good 90% in place. Ms Duker is new to us, but she has a strong stage persona, a confident delivery and a wonderfully playful use of language. However, the content of her show didn’t appeal to us at all, I’m afraid. It came across as misandrist, describing all men as toxic, saying that they shouldn’t live over the age of 35. I know I’m sure this is not her genuine belief (I think) – and, of course, it is comedy – but it nevertheless alienated the men in our party and Mrs Chrisparkle found her content – the whole notion of delusion or delulu – so uninteresting due to sheer repetition that she decided to have a short nap. I suspect we were completely the wrong demographic for her show. I guess you either love her – or you don’t! Huge kudos to second-row Nick, by the way, who played the role of her missing Daddy superbly. Her show But Daddy I Love Her is on at 19:00 in the Pleasance Courtyard every day from 31 July to 25 August except the 14th.

Brennan Reece (The Black Prince)

We’ve seen Mr Reece a couple of times before and he never fails to impress with his likeable cheekiness and impish sense of humour. The basis of his latest show is that he was signed up to become the new face of CBBC, which is a great gig to get – guaranteed work for a year – but just before he started the job, he was sacked – over an allegedly offensive joke in a tweet (allegedly) – and they wouldn’t tell him what it was. Being Mr Reece he goes all around the houses with a maze of funny observations and tangential sideswipes, and it was a very enjoyable hour of comedy. Very much still a work in progress – and I would say he possibly has to get his skates on to get it ship-shape before Edinburgh opening night. But he has such a winning personality that you sense he could get away with virtually anything on stage – and probably off it too. Brennan Reece: Me Me Me is on every day at PBH’s Free Fringe at the Liquid Room Annexe/Warehouse from 3 to 25 August except the 13th.

John Robertson (The Black Prince)

I had absolutely no idea what to expect from Mr Robertson – and what we got was a whirlwind of anarchy that is possibly unique in the world of comedy. Armed with an electric ukelele (what deranged mentality thought of that?), a razor-sharp brain and a truly inventive attacking style that meant that no one was safe in the room, no matter where you sat, Mr Robertson just spends the whole show riffing off the audience in all kinds of unexpected and unpredictable directions. For about the first five minutes I was thinking oh no this was a terrible mistake, but after you start tuning into his sense of humour you appreciate the high energy 100% hilarious show it is. It’s notable that, for all the danger that he radiates as he careers around the stage and the audience, none of his interaction with the crowd is ever cruel; it’s perfectly pitched. In fact, if you get picked on by Mr R – it helps; I was identified as the rich retired man of the audience and it was quite a flattering role to have been given. He has one particularly silly song – The Kitekat Blues – that genuinely had me in hysterics.  Never come across him before – but Goodness Me what a force of comedy he is! This was a work in progress for his Human Hurricane show in Edinburgh – every day at 20:20 at the Laughing Horse at the Counting House from 1 to 25 August except 9th; he is also performing in his Dark Room show every day from 31 July to 25 August at the Gilded Balloon Patter House at 22:00. They don’t call him The Human Hurricane for nothing.

Steen Raskopoulos (The Black Prince)

Another new name to us, Steen Raskopoulos comes with lots of success in his native Australia, so I was hopeful of a strong performance. He clued us in at the beginning that his shows are not regular comedy stand-up type routines, but a more involved series of sketches, improvisations and other elements of audience participation. And, to be fair, before he started, he established whether there was anyone who didn’t want to be approached to become part of the show – and we all stayed silent, as we wondered what on earth he was going to do to us. His new show, Friendly Stranger, takes as its core thread the kind of thing that most of us would do to help a stranger, if they were in need. And we all pretty much confirmed that, as nice people, on the whole, we’d do what we could. What follows is a complicated sequence of sketches, ideas, and interactions that together form a very clever overall piece. Now, of course, this is a work in progress, and one must always make allowances for that. However, and I’m afraid this is a big however; it just wasn’t very funny. Many of the sketches didn’t land – the punchlines and pay-offs fell short; and the end scene, which is like the physical version of one massive callback, concludes the show in a messy, unravelled and scruffy way. I can’t help but think that in Edinburgh that particular ending is going to be very tricky. I really wanted to like this more because Mr Raskopoulos is clearly the friendliest and most easy-going of chaps, and you’d love to go for a pint with him afterwards; but the show itself left us feeling very shortchanged. Friendly Stranger plays at the Pleasance Courtyard every day at 16:50 from 31 July to 25 August except the 12th.

Amy Gledhill (The Charles Bradlaugh)

The final hour of comedy at this year’s Weekender was spent in the company of Amy Gledhill, a riotously funny lady who doesn’t take herself remotely seriously but also shows a delicate vulnerability beneath the hilarious surface. Her show, Make Me Look Fit on the Poster – brilliant title, by the way – is an all-encompassing look at her life and loves (so far), and the scrapes that she sometimes gets herself into in the pursuit of a man. There is a wonderfully funny sequence about her hapless visit to a Go Ape venue which ends in calamity but has you shaking with laughter. Ms G has a brilliant aptitude for physical comedy, so that when she recounts a scene where she’s dangling from a harness a few feet from the ground, she gently spins around like a giant Christmas bauble, to give the visual effect of what she might have looked like – and it’s so believable! There’s another story where she tells about receiving an automatic massage and how it jolts her in the back – and the physical portrayal of this scene just had me collapsing with laughter. But there’s also a serious side to the show, where she tells of an assault she experienced on a train; downplayed, ridiculous, self-deprecating but very real. Amy Gledhill is hugely likeable on stage and radiates funniness from every pore. And I’m going to insist on butter on my chips in future. Make Me Look Fit on the Poster is on every day at Monkey Barrel Comedy 1 at 18:10 from 13 to 25 August.

And that, gentle reader, sums up our Comedy Crate Weekend! I hope if you were there that this reminds you of some brilliant laughs, and if you weren’t – where were you? You’d better be there next year!

Review – The Comedy Crate at the Black Prince, Northampton, 16th September 2021

A coincidence that the Last Night at the Black Prince for 2021 came the same week as The Last Night of the Proms? I think not. A double whammy for us all to contend with at this time of the year. And, to make it just that little bit more challenging, the pub organised a band gig in their back room to vie for our aural attention out in the garden – but we could easily ignore them as we enjoyed the company of a great line-up of comic talents.

Our host, new to us, was the enthusiastic powerhouse that is Liverpool’s Jamie Allerton; with his vocal projections the band had no chance of making an impact. He gave us a great mixture of MC welcome and interaction together with plenty of his own excellent material thrown in for good measure. He nicely played on his physical presence to ensure that none of us felt guilty about putting on a few pounds during lockdown. A lively, chatty host who made the show go with a great swing.

We’d seen all the acts before, although first up, Brennan Reece, we’d only seen online at a Comedy Crate/Atic gig back in March. He’s a very likeable chap, who uses his camp-but-straight personality to great comic effect. He strikes up a great rapport with the audience and has some brilliant put-downs when some audience members get a little above themselves (yes Hetero John, we’re all looking at you). He reacts quickly and smartly to what goes on around him and never fears to leave behind his prepared material for a great comic opportunity, which is the mark of a great comedian.

Next up was Angela Barnes, whom we saw at a Screaming Blue Murder nine years ago, since when her career has gone on a fully deserved upward trajectory. Exuding confidence and presence, she has a great attacking delivery, and her set was full of inventive new material. She’s recently married, which provides for some fun new observations; and she had a wonderful throwaway line about Prince Andrew, after which she had us all in the palm of her hand. Brilliantly funny.

Our headline act was Stephen Bailey, whom we first saw five years ago as the support act for Katherine Ryan, and his comic presence is as immaculate and perfectly presented as his good self. In the bizarre setting of the Black Prince garden, he found himself competing for lighting with the next door municipal car park, but he quickly found his stride with his trademark cheeky gayness, taking the whole event as one big hen party. Stephen is now partnered up with lawyer Rich, whose main attraction appears to be that he has a house. His set was full of brilliant comic observations, including a very nice routine about “straight pride”. A great way to end the evening.

That was indeed the last of the Comedy Crate nights at the Black Prince for this year, but their programme continues with loads of excellent acts at the Charles Bradlaugh, the Picturedrome and other local venues – all the information is here!

Review – Screaming Blue Murder, Underground, Derngate, Northampton, 21st September 2012

Two weeks quickly fly by and we’re back at the Underground with three more super acts, two wonderful intervals and our host with the most, Dan Evans, still – I’m delighted to say – coming forward with new stories and fresh material, for which I am truly thankful, amen. Dan’s easy way of gently insulting the audience and ridiculing himself even more is perfect for getting us all relaxed and warmed up – unless you’re picked on of course.

Two of this week’s comedians were new to us. First up was Angela Barnes, who had good solid material and an attacking delivery. If I’m honest I found her tone a little strident but she still made me laugh a lot. Nicely self-deprecating and I liked the observations about dating a doctor!

Second on, and again new to us, was Andy White, who for me was a phenomenal find. Intelligent and linguistically deft, he had some wonderful observations and did some excellent routines. He pulls funny faces and does funny voices but as they are all genuinely very funny, that’s all good. I loved his French version of the Flintstones and his brief appearance of Nelson Mandela. His act went down hugely in the hall, and he’s one of the simply funniest comics I’ve seen for a long time.

The headline act was Andrew O’Neill, whom we have seen before but who remembered as being funnier the first time. I don’t think he had changed his act much and his slightly surreal madcap angle just didn’t work after the suave Mr White. I remember his “I’m not racist, but…” lines working much better before. He has a sequence where he does a long list of similes – I can’t quite remember why – and each one gets more ludicrous than the last. I’m afraid that was very dull. Shame, because I know he can be funny – but it didn’t happen for us this time round. He got only moderate applause at the end.

Dan was still selling his books for a fiver outside afterwards, and I enjoyed the opportunity for a brief chat. I fear as a result I might get picked on next time…