Duncan Oakley's 68 Bumcrack Special
Show type: Edinburgh Fringe 2007
If you're looking for the best in rock'n'roll comedy and deceptively clever playground lunacy, presented under the thin veil of a classic Elvis television extravaganza ... then you've come to the right place
Duncan Oakley is possessed of a certain fairground charm which makes this musical comedy hour a success. Clearly stung by a reviewer who called his show Ďchildishí, he makes reference to this several times. Sorry Duncan, but it is childish, but thatís not automatically a bad thing. Heís got the mind of a four-year-old, trapped in a manís body.
There are songs about cocks, willies, defecation, cunnilingus, anal sex and skating naked in the park, but itís all done with a the wide eyed innocence of a potty-mouthed child really pushing his parentsí boundaries.
He even burps into the microphone at one point. Itís in the grand old British tradition of finding rude bits funny, and has an antecedent in Flanders and Swannís Sing A Rude Song, and nobody gets upset about that. Itís just a bit more explicit in the 21st Century.
This isnít a slick show, thereís some daft voices off, a panto Afro wig to signify Jimi Hendrix, and some dreadful punning so bad that itís nearly good.
Itís all done with end-of-the-pier gusto and the man really can play Ė piano, guitar, drums, and harmonica. Itís a silly, rude, fun show Ė the clue is in the title, after all.
I donít know who the target audience is Ė if the references were less sexual it would be for children, I went in thinking Ďthis wonít be my cup of teaí but abandon prejudice at the door and enjoy it for what it is; Viz readers and fans of a seaside postcard humour should flock to it.
Reviewed by: Julian Chambers