Review: Fuck A Duck Here We Go
Alasdair Tremblay-Birchall’s Fuck a Duck Here We Go may be the perfect example of good, reliable stand-up. His presence is almost a mix of relaxed and awkward as he stands before the audience, his show a parallel to this is. This works in sync with his material, managing to draw large laughs from the small room.
There are no gimmicks or continuous themes behind Tremblay-Birchall’s show. Instead the audience is treated to a run on of stories hilarious twists and catches throughout them. His material is a constant stream of personal anecdotes and tales – stuff that any person within the audience may have experienced themselves at one point, but Tremblay-Birchall’s somewhat monotonous delivery with an edge of enthusiasm manages to make a simple story into something that leaves the crowd cackling.
A few moments feel a little unprepared as he stumbles on a few words and jokes, this does somewhat lend to the spontaneous feel of Fuck A Duck Here We Go however, the feeling that Tremblay-Birchall is almost just wanting to share a few things that happened with us. The end result is a gig that resounds as delightfully intimate as tales of his son, cleaning out the shower drain and acquiring a job as a mosquito feeder manage paint a wonderful and odd image of himself and his life.
Fuck A Duck Here We Go is classic example of a stand-up show; there are no quirks, themes or need for interaction, a perfect night out for those who enjoy reliable stand-up from a very funny comedian.
Fuck A Duck Here We Go is showing at Tasma Terrace as part of the Melbourne International Comedy Festival from April 10th to the 22nd. Tickets can be purchased here.