Simon Munnery is doing things differently at Edinburgh this year. He has abandoned the technological trappings of his League Against Tedium for his first straight stand-up show - if anything Munnery does can be called straight. It is a ramshackle affair - "A work in progress without the progress," he calls it - that combines lucid, dizzying one-liners with some delightfully purposeless noodling.
The first half of his set sees Munnery clad in robes with an orange bucket on his head. "I have decided from this point in my life only to speak through a horn," he says, speaking through a horn. His is an indiscriminate and practical attitude to what might or might not be funny. His conversational material stems from alarm at the world's dysfunction, its conspiracy against sense. But he doesn't ramble or rant; instead, he suggests vast conceptual contradictions in gnomic, comic haikus. On pornography: "Does it degrade women or does it raise the standard by which they are judged?" While looking through a telescope into a mirror: "What is this but psychoanalysis?"
Munnery and guest star Andrew Bailey are making some of this up as they go along. But, surprisingly for a comic with his dadaist reputation, Munnery's intimacy with the crowd keeps them on side. There is something compelling about his desperation to impose rules on the world. Beyond his often very adult intelligence, we spy a startled little boy who hopes that if he takes a stern line with it, the world might be persuaded to change its ways.
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