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Fred Cooke: Fringe 2012

Note: This review is from 2012

Review by Julian Hall

To some extent excitable Irishman Fred Cooke is hoisted by his own petard. It’s his policy, apparently, to let in latecomers to his show at any time. The constant disruption that follows from this, in the first ten minutes, threatens to derail an already rickety show.

You can’t fault Cooke on enthusiasm though. He’s exuberant to the point of giddy. It’s infectious for some in the audience, but mainly the boozed-up boys on the back row.

Flitting between stand-up and song, Cooke generates a kind of jovial hostage situation. Among the routines that make us question his sanity is a duet between him and an animated squirrel. The song asks whether it is OK to sleep with cousins of varying degrees of genetic separation. It’s repetitive and manic and pretty ineffectual.

More effective are his slinky David O’Doherty-meets-Doug Anthony All Stars numbers about seduction, one focusing on Facebook stalking. His persona’s tendencies for creepy obsession are also given reign with a game show between a man and woman where each has to guess the next word of his song. Cooke facilitates an easy win for the girl and some comic fawning ensues.

Somewhere in amongst this mainly musically-driven show there’s a theme about struggle. The truest manifestation of that theme is that  Cooke grapples with it so heavily. ‘I struggle with French...’ starts one routine, as if out of nowhere, indicative of the haphazard nature of the hour.

There are some good ideas in the melee of the show, but they are not that well executed. The best example is his assertion that his countrymen always resort to singing Danny Boy in times of trouble. His tries to illustrate this using the Republic of Ireland’s 4-0 defeat by Spain at this summer’s Euro 2012 football tournament. However, in the race to get to the punchline he’s neglected to colour his set up.

Clearly Cooke has charisma and drive, but someone needs to get hold of him and mould it, or he might forever end up singing to get out of trouble and not to entertain.

Review date: 6 Aug 2012
Reviewed by: Julian Hall
Reviewed at: Gilded Balloon Teviot

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