Glenn Wool is hilarious. Really,
that’s all you need to know. There were moments when I actually had tears in my
eyes from laughing so hard. Even my wife was laughing out loud so he must have been good.
He is quite a paradoxical
performer; first impressions of this long-haired, slow talking North-American
would suggest he is a drugged up, 70’s throwback and, indeed, Wool’s opening
material is self reflective of his appearance, his non-US roots and his
suggested drug experience. He then discourses with the audience, genuinely
chatting and intertwining their responses with his set with excellent results
and every now and again he drops in a staggeringly clever joke. Not just clever
in its delivery but clever in that Glenn Wool knows stuff; there is more to his
spaced-out, slurring persona than originally believed.
He is devoutly Canadian but only
for the reason that he doesn’t want to be blamed for the state of US politics;
he lives in the
UK
but isn’t
afraid to criticise and tease the audience for their cultural foibles; he can
get away with it because his material is totally non discriminatory. I mean by
that, of course, that he takes the micky out of everyone.
Venue: Creased Up - The
Hawth, Crawley
Date of show: 10th October 2004
Place on bill:
Headline
