Mighty Boosh?

So last night I took advantage of Zoofest's cheap tickets and went down to see Noel Fielding play a very small room, at 10.30pm in the Red Light District of Montreal.

And he was nae bad at all, actually.

It's weird to watch a comic morph from James Joyce "Stream of Conscience" nonsense verse "where's he going?" into more of a life experience "this happened to me" kind of act. It's a tricky tightrope but he's walking it quite well - dropping character occasionally, infusing the real life stuff with flights of fancy and generally trying to live up to the promise of his outfits.

It jars at times - Kiss at 6 years of age, sledding with kids at Xmas. Not bad gags but tonally very different to 'my neighbor the porcelain monkey with the wooden legs" for example

Still a decent night for twenty bucks... and the chance to see a 'big name' in a small venue