Generating persistent howls of laughter, mischievous snickering at unexpectedly crass humour and visible tears from many in the audience, Holding The Man had it all.

As a dark and disturbing performance that poses difficult questions about victims and aggressors, Aalst succeeds wonderfully.

Utterly hilarious, sweet and never failing to impress, Greder’s show is as close to perfect as I’ve seen in quite some time.

As a stand-up comedian, Anderson is one of Australia’s best. As a socio-political commentator, he is bloody brilliant. It’s just a shame about that ego.

Sell-out shows on London’s West End, packed houses at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, New Zealand International and Melbourne Comedy Festivals - on paper, it was a sure bet. In reality, it was a little lighter than I’d hoped.

Multi-layered, exquisitely detailed and pleasantly surprising, this one-man show will leave audiences awestruck.

As the third of Deborah Conway’s annual series, this year’s Broad debuted in Brisbane with Anne McCue, Sally Seltmann, Jade MacRae and Abbe May.

Stunning to look at, aurally entrancing and humorous in its own bizarre way, Matinya Toekang Kritik had all the makings of a great show. But unless you understand the language and the issues at hand, the overall point was clearly lost in translation.

Quirky, quick-witted and painfully honest, Josh Thomas fills a particular niche and expresses his insecurity with an ironic confidence.

Like a series of short films thrust into the arena of live performance, the concept was great and had me hooked well before the evening arrived.