Andrew Lawrence’s dark, musical comedy landed him a place in the final of So You Think You’re Funny? in 2003, and won him the BBC New Act of the Year Competition the following year. His debut Edinburgh show in 2006 was nominated for the if.comedy best newcomer title, and his 2007 follow-up nominated for the main award.

Here for The Crack
Live Review
Udderbelly South Bank

The Crack is the more chilled-out cousin of cabaret sensation La Clique, trading some of its stablemate’s elegant, vibrant sleaze for a more artful, if sometimes less thrilling, line-up.

PVC-clad sword-swallower Miss Behave hosts this six-night run in the South Bank’s Udderbelly, with the help of frequent inserts from Doctor Stewart’s staccato dance vignettes, perfectly lip-synched to mashed-up club tracks.

All live shows involve some level of conspiracy between audience and performer, but it’s crucial to a decadent underground cabaret such as this, requiring both sides to believe they are part of an almost illicit happening.

Some acts are better at building this relationship than others, but following the opening routine by Kalki Hula Girl, Phil Kay created a lovely rapport, thanks to his improvised ten-minute song about people who catch his eye in the audience. As someone who regularly talks for hours at a time – not always advisedly – this slot was barely enough to let him hit his stride, but his benign playfulness worked as an impeccable icebreaker.

A more mellow musical offering came from Earl Okin, who might not look the part as a self-proclaimed sex symbol with his squat frame, distinctively outdated dress sense, and scouring-pad hair. But close your eyes and you could almost be listening to a vintage scratched 78, with his sultry lisp and mellifluous voice. The way he rolls his consonants sounds like creaking wood – and the audience (which tonight included one Eddie Izzard, incidentally) was suitably appreciative when he produced the brass section to his bluesy numbers My Room and Bessie using his mouth alone.

Dutch clown Mr Jones was something of a disappointment. In baggy checked suit and carrying an outsized suitcase full of props he proceeded to go through every staple of the street performer’s act, pulling out juggling clubs, a lasso, a whip and diablo in a deliberately desperate attempt to win our attention. His shtick is that he’s a bit of a rubbish entertainer, far too willing to please – but there’s a fine line between faking that and coming across as the real thing; and in his overlong set, Mr Jones fell the wrong side of it. You’d be better off in Covent Garden.

Jon Hicks initially appeared to be another slow-burning act; coming on in paint-splattered decorator’s suit, and attending to some silent comedy business at a snail’s pace. But when the soundtrack kicked in, his true talent emerged as he started chucking paint at the 6ft canvas behind him. He’s a speed artist, and created a mighty impressive portrait in just a few minutes, with a sort of ‘can you guess what it is yet’ tease as the image gradually formed. Eat your heart out, Rolf Harris.

Nina Conti was a crowd favourite with her polished post-postmodern ventriloquism, cleverly deconstructing the deconstructions and with an ambitious, funny and very impressive finale – as seen in her last Edinburgh show – more than excusing any of the obvious-but-effective ‘hand up the backside’ jokes. She is a consummate entertainer, with some brains behind the banter, almost guaranteed to go down well in any room.

She was followed by Andrew Lawrence, who quickly divided the room. He began with a rather odd description of a lump of snot that had lodged up his nostril, delivered without his usual fierce intensity. The site of a strange, whiney man discussing his mucus unsurprisingly failed to catch the attention – so when a heckler interjected, it was hard to predict on whose side the audience would fall.

But by the pure force of his diatribe, Lawrence won at least a narrow majority of the crowd, to enable him to continue with his planned routine: a savagely aggressive rant he imagines giving to the petty traffic cop who once pulled him over on the outskirts of Leicester.

What you can say of his act is that it brought a genuine frisson to the marquee, creating an atmosphere that could so easily have turned nasty. But as he demanded a standing ovation, the cheers outnumbered the jeers. Just about.

The best was saved to last, however, with the brilliantly ridiculous anarchy of Woody Bop Muddy; a barnstorming act who probably hasn’t been seen in the comedy clubs for a decade or more, although he does make occasional appearances on the outdoor festival circuit.

His bonkers Record Graveyard act is easy to describe, but hard to explain. He chucks around great handfuls of rice, then produces an Oxfam shop’s worth of cheesy, ancient LPs whose fate is decided by mob rule. Will these vinyl atrocities be destroyed by his golden hammer, or allowed to ascend into record heaven?

It’s a superbly daft act combining inspired madness, irrefutable high energy and liberating audience participation, sold with 100 per cent conviction. It’s a genuine joy to see him back.

To say he’s worth the £17 to £21 ticket price alone might be overstating the case, but he does provide a barnstorming finale to this eclectic variety line-up.

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A group of us saw him last night as the headliner at a small gig and we all really enjoyed it. He's so surreal yet he still manages to engage you in his own weird little world. Being both endearing and odd is no easy task but I think he masters it.

Corylus, April 2008

Not everyone's cuppa tea but definitely mine. If you like your comedy oddball, offbeat and ever so slightly scary... The guy's a genius.

Michael Monkhouse, December 2007

I saw this amazing character in Bury St. Edmunds on 14th October- abso-bloody-lutely fan-fuckin-tastic! Other comments here echo my sentinments, it is the sense of the ridiculous and totally non PC ridicule that makes this intelligent chap feet and hands above others. Long may he reign! Ace.

Susie, Woodbridge, October 2007

Absolute genius! had seen him by accident while the wife was flicking for something to fill the gap between 'sex and the city' and 'girls of the playboy mansion' and this was more than a welcome break between the two! I just come out of hospital after having my appendix removed I laughed so hard it had me in fits of laughter (no stitches pun HA). Will definitely seek to see again. Its a shame most people just don't get his humour.

adam, September 2007

I have been a fan since last summer and went to see Andrew at the Comedy Store in Norwich last week and he was brilliant. No guitar this time but he had us all in pieces. He's a very funny ginger man, with great timing and a must see. He was worth the journey to Norwich and I could watch and listen to him for hours. A rare talent not to be missed. Keep up the good work Andrew.

John Bennett, April 2007

Amazed he's got bad press - was utterly amazed and gobsmacked watching World Stands Up as he did the GCSE/Art/Mother song. Can't wait to check out his other material. Just glad I haven't missed him in London this and next month. Genius.

steve, April 2007

Saw Andrew singing about his Mother on The World Stands Up. Funny as hell. One of the funniest comedy songs I've EVER seen! He's awesome!

Steven Saunders, March 2007

He was rubbish. He started out ok got a few laughs then went in to a very very long story which had no funny points to it and no punch line and after that he died on his arse. He was that bad the amount of people that got up and went to the bar to get drinks was plain to see. It wasnt just me but the whole crowd slagged him off. Even the mc had a dig at him when he left the stage. It might off just been an off night from reading the other comments about him on this site but i hope that he is never on a bill again when i go to see a show.

Ben Townend, February 2007

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