Review by Steve Bennett

Indescribable, eh? I think we can try

Pedestrian, derivative, uninsipired stand-up.

Now that was easier than they would have us believe.

It's not that it's a particularly bad show, it's just so completely ordinary. Yet, somewhat depressingly, the near sell-out audience lapped up this entirely unexceptional stuff.

The Indescribables are not a double act, just two Adelaide comics - Justin Hamilton and Mickey D - each doing a traditional stand-up set.

Ben Elton lookalike Hamilton's opening gambit didn't auger well for the rest of his section, when he merely repeated a heckle put-down he heard another comic open his act with - and not an especially keen comeback at that.

The rest of the set was about - oh, I forget - but it's not that important, you'll have heard stuff like it a hundred times before.

There was a bit about taking acid, because other people's drug experiences are always so fascinating, and, admittedly, a couple of decent gags - although not enough to raise the standard.

In part two, Mickey D proved to have strong delivery skills, passionately recreating characters from his past. But again he was let down by the material, or more precisely, the subject matter, that failed to inspire.

As an example, did we really need to hear a story about the excesses of being drunk, so soon after we heard a story from Hamilton about the excesses of being on acid?

A few laughs again, but all so stupifyingly familiar for anyone who's ever been to a comedy club before.

Review date: 1 Aug 2001
Reviewed by: Steve Bennett