With reviews for his stand up ranging from “better than Jesus” (The Scotsman) to “sick and repellent” (Christian Voice UK) my curiosity was, understandably, piqued.
It's the festival designed to take wog actors out of work and put 'em in it. It's the festival designed to jolt us, from our white Australia arts policy and politics slumber.
Still young after these four years, Kammer comprises musicians individually revered, which not only augurs well for the collective potential, but which is fully-realised.
Contradiction, conundrum, conflict, racism, misogyny and homophobia run through this play like a main circuit cable snaking through a moral minefield of explosive allegation.
Following the unedifying edict that "there's a sucker born every minute", the show skewers the modern self-improvement economy in a piss-take parody of today's 'gurus' and snake-oil salesmen.