Review by Steve Bennett

This lucrative mumbo-jumbo ‘business’ of charlatans and fraudsters callously conning the emotionally fragile is the easiest target on any astral plane, yet Jerrarde attacks it with all the fury of an arthritic sloth.

He fishes around desperately trying to connect the bogus messages to audience members by using the broadest possible language, in an only slightly more exaggerated fashion than the ‘real’ psychics do - as if it had never occurred to anyone else that this is their method.

If he’s bad at talking to the dead, he’s even worse at talking to the living, with a tedious and redundant introduction asking various audience members where they’re from and what they do, but having no response to any of it. Why bother?

At least the ‘genuine’ clairvoyants have charisma; Cameron Blair, the Kiwi comic behind this mess, performs with no energy or enthusiasm. He was nominated for a comedy award in New Zealand for this act in what must’ve been a very lax year.

At some point in proceedings, Jerrarde starts delivering comedy one-liners while strumming a guitar. Very Demetri Martin – except for a yawning chasm in the quality of jokes – but for the life of me I can’t remember how he managed to get here from being a spoof psychic.

There’s one sight gag I quite liked, and maybe two lines, that’s it. If he really can convene with the deceased, at least he’ll be in contact with most of his material, which died a horrible death.

Reviewed by: Steve Bennett

Review date: 1 Jan 2007
Reviewed by: Steve Bennett