Kunt And The Gang at the 2010 Brighton Fringe
Live Review
Brighton The Temple

Well, as the man says, you can’t say you weren’t warned. You don’t really go to a show called Kunt & The Gang expecting thoughtful discourse on the human condition.

On paper, the prospect isn’t edifying. A man in a wig Donald Trump would be embarrassed to be seen in and wearing a lime green boiler suit sings, not especially well, bad-taste song after bad-taste song about his erection, oral sex and masturbation. It’s so low-brow it makes Viz look like Philosophy Today.

Yet in his gleeful celebration of his own lack of sophistication, ‘Kunt’ is surprisingly charming. At least charming as an act with a set list that includes such tracks as Use My Arsehole As A Cunt can be.

It’s all very gloriously low-tech, to the extent that the stage isn’t even illuminated. There is no ‘gang’, but the simple electronic backing tracks, generated on cheap Casio keyboard by the sound of it, come on iPod, jerry-rigged into the pub’s loudspeakers. There’s some awkward choreography, no-nonsense banter and even a puppet ‘Little Kunt’ all of which add to the cheesy charm. The feeling is like an X-rated Frank Sidebottom.

But from humble basis, a fan base has clearly grown, - that’s the joy of the internet - and the audience aren’t slow in shouting out requests from his filthy and juvenile back catalogue. In each song he plunges the depths of depravity, but all offset by a jaunty performance. The number listing things he would do for a million pounds alone contains as many sick ideas as you’d hope to encounter in a month.

The songs are almost exclusively his own composition, a rewriting of Katy Perry’s hit to become – predictably – I Sucked Off A Bloke being the only exception. But he’s so shameless about this low comedy, he’s easily excused.

An hour in the gutter is too long, however, as there’s only so long you can hear songs about his filthy penis or wank fantasies before the effect is diminished. But until it gets tired, Kunt is certainly a guilty pleasure.