Alright. Mise en scène. Dark, reasonably gloomy, Thursday evening. Basement theatre is both brutishly dim and elegantly grimy, as per usual. Black brick walls stifle the heat in the littlest of theatres (can you call it a theatre?). I'm always struck by basement because it seems to have this Nicole Kidman-esque holding itself together so well while simultaneously falling apart at the seams. It's beautiful and we need more places like it. But I never realised how small that basement theatre main hall was until last night. It's the perfect location for this show because, exactly as the title of a show suggest, it's a bunch of people getting into a room together. As you fill the rows you're greeted by miscellaneous early 2000’s rap, a nice touch. I’m instantly uncomfortable.
This was my first time seeing Guy Montgomery live, in the gloom of the basement, his boyish charm and comedic stuttering struck me first. Behind the 28 year old Cantabrian (clearly never stepped foot on a farm) demeanour, there is a quintessential immaturity that hooks you in. Bounding in at a speed that I quite frankly haven’t travelled at since 2004, and a moustache that looks like it hasn't been trimmed since about then either, Guy Montgomery has this undefinable element that makes a good comedian. You know that thing that people sometimes have just got that make them really f***ing funny? It’s hard to put your finger on.
This gig is completely different to what I was warned about, as were waiting at the bar prior to entry our friend tells us (we thought wisely) not to sit at the front. “How much interactivity do you want tonight? I once saw a show when he made a couple get up and make out in front of the audience”, we beeline straight to the third row.
It’s that boyish charm which allows him to float through some serious issues here, he deals with hecklers like they’re on a comedy central roast, and isn't shy of backing down from some hard hitting issues like how average 2016 was as a year. He tackles topics from Donald Trump to social media, from getting inappropriately high to cooking lamb for vegans. This guy tells stories like you wouldn't believe and if you interrupt one of them almighty god help you otherwise it will be the most embarrassing experience of your short existence. It was an indulgent wistful hour floating between stories of him trying to lose his virginity or getting stoned in Melbourne.
I won’t ruin anything by dropping quotes or ruining jokes, I think this is a show not to be missed and seats are selling out. Fast. And you never know, this guy might be very famous one day, he will tell you how famous he wants to be in his show, I wont ruin that joke either. The point is, he is f***ing funny, go see it. You wont regret it. Unless you heckle him into the ground, in which case you almost certainly will regret it.
Buy your tickets here.
His website is here.
God bless the moustache.