"Move bitch! Get out the way!" signals the arrival of Brooklyn New York's Sinck.  It's evidenty his standard intro music, forming the basis of his opening material. We are led to imagine it as a soundtrack to the events of everyday life, such as queuing at the supermarket. It's a little obvious perhaps but is carried off with perfect timing and cool-factor that lets him get away with it.

Big entrance "out the way", and audience suitably hyped, he kick's back a little and the cool demeaner leads us through a variety of topics from the smart car to childrens playgrounds and how they have changed since we were kids.  At times the material tends towards pointing out a fact and letting the audience find the humour in it themselves, but because it is done with a certain style the rest of the act is full of promise.

Unfortunately, turning his attention to the war and terrorism, he could have just come from a lunch meeting on middle eastern issues with Robert Kilroy-Silk.  We are subjected to broad generalisations about Arab races, while lines to the effect of "they all look the same" are worthy of the uber-bigot himself; Bernard Manning.  It appeared we were expected to accept essentially racist material on the basis that it was performed by a man from a culture that has also been persecuted. Sorry Sinck, but two wrongs do not make a right.

Things struggle to improve from this point.  We sit through some tiresome sex-related material, that is more like Sinck offering sexual instruction than telling any actual gags, relying on being explicit to garner easy laughs.

There's a hint of a recovery with some reasonably strong material about his time working as a teacher (a fact which might go some way to explaining his delivery of the previous material) but it's too little too late.  As an opening act he might have done the job, but you expect more from a headline and Sinck may well leave you underwhelmed at the end of a night out.

Jongleurs - Leeds - 27/05/2004 - Headline Act