Greg Fleet and Mick Moriarty are well known and respected as, respectively, a comedian and a musician. In Fleetwood Mick they have teamed up for the purpose of a benefit for a woman they both love. The reason (and lack of information at the start) becomes clear towards the end of the show when we get to see some really disturbing material, but I won’t spoil the surprise.
The show starts with one of the coolest sketches I’ve seen in ages. It’s sort of like the bastard child of early Tom Waits, Humphrey Bogart and the scriptwriter from the Muppets. Seiously, they have combined sone very cool music, some excellent Noir delivery and some of the worst puns ever.
This is followed by a song about being Australian, with which I can’t disagree, some stand-up from Greg (the shark tale for those who know Greg’s material) and a lot of witty and erudite material with a jazzy backing. There is also a little improvised beat poetry near the end for those who like to be warned.
So if you want to see a show that is as smooth as a neat whiskey and as mad as a hatter, you need go no further.
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