EdFringe Review: John Robertson: The Human Hurricane

This will be a short review (thank you John – you are a true friend to the reviewer). Best known to Fringe audiences as the legend behind the legendary Dark Room, John Robertson’s ‘The Human Hurricane’ finds him with ukulele in hand and crowdwork on his silver-crowned mind.

He’s a force of nature, a grinning jester out to flatter, not puncture with his wild yet curiously accurate observations. This is the ‘oh no, the comedian is looking at me’ show for those with reservations about such things. Also when I say flatter, don’t get the wrong idea…one of John’s strummed bangers is entitled ‘Anime C*nt’. John Robertson honours your given social tribe, but don’t expect kid gloves.

Of course, every single show will be different, so reviewing the specifics of my experience on the 1st of August is pretty pointless. Suffice it to say he made gorgeously merry with everyone including yours truly, a 17-year-old kid halfway back, and a chap essentially dressed as Pikachu. No one left unscathed or undelighted by being scathed.

Topics included kneecaps, Jason Momoa, bondage, big yacht energy, and John’s questionable competence when it comes to charging pieces of kit. That is to say, whatever came to his mind, filtered through his splendid (and twisted) wit to be regurgitated with ridiculously funny results. One thing that didn’t come to his mind was the slogan printed on the hats he’s brought along as merch. Contextless merchandise is the future judging by the queue to acquire one.

So do go and see John. His schtick is deliciously wild, his songs give no f**ks whatsoever, and his twisted heart is made of gold. Please go and dive in – also just sit at the front. John will find and delight you – that sounds creepy, but I’m leaving it – wherever you are. ‘The Human Hurricane’…that’s about right.