Comedian returns to the scene after a life threatening hiatus.
Street teams are everywhere in Edinburgh, all trying to encourage you to go to this show or that. While writing my review for the wireless podcast, one woman came up and informed me I didn’t need an iPad, only a flyer to Carey Marx’s show, as it entitles us to 2-4-1 tickets. She assured us he was amazing, so we took her word for it and went.
Situated in the balcony of the Guilded Balloon, in a small, fifty seater venue, we waited for the show to start. The stage was bare, bar a microphone and a bottle of water, as were the majority of the chairs around us.
Carey entered the room whooping and cheering. The audience politely clapped but seem somewhat subdued. This wasn’t the case for long though. After immediately jumping in to the show by informing us that he had a heart attack 4 days before his Edinburgh Show last year, and subsequently nearly dying 5 separate times, the humour began.
The show actually circles around his heart attack; embellished anecdotal, sarcastic humour delivered in a deadpan manner that mirrors the likes of Jack Dee. His delivery and deviation from the plot reflects the style of an incredibly dark Eddie Izzard and would only appeal to the most black humoured individuals.
This is a show for the brave of heart and strong of stomach, with strong language, adult themed content and the intimate setting means you are compelled to look him in the eye as he relays the sordid details of his life.
A must for those who feel they have have had a tame festival.