Aug 3-28 : (22.45)
Throughout 2016, it seems, women are slowly taking over the western world. Teresa May owns the UK, Clinton should take the States, Merkel dominates Europe & in the world of comedy, the Mumble has noticed that the best comedians at this year’s fringe have been, in the main, female. Last night I saw the veritable queens of these amazonians – a couple of intensely brilliant feminazis who strut onto stage in cat-suits barking, ‘I am woman, hear me roar!’ Bouncing off each other like lightning bolts thrashing a perfect storm, this is a comedy couple working at the highest possible pitch; sociopathic comedy, dramatic soliloquies, sexy vignettes are all stitched together to form a never-ceasing tapestry of fun, which the girls’ sheer excellence in accent-variation rises to the fore.
For me, the highlight of their material was Jackie Cooper Clarke, based, of course, on John Cooper Clark — a parody that was better than the real thing. The girls use classic songs, slightly tweaked, to accentuate their set – Black Velvet, Don’t Cry For Me Argentina, for example – which are all played on a keyboards by the wonderful Christoph, who also pipes in from time to time with some deep-throated stage directions or a joke of his own. Dangerous & dirty, brash & bolshy, wild & wicked, to N&P all men are fuc£-puppets – such as those two wine merchants from Windsor – & basking in their own sexuality they portray an absolute unfloundering confidence in their comedy. A true treat.
Reviewer : Damian Beeson Bullen