Don’t let the fact that the room smelt like the inside of a whales decomposing mouth put you off taking a chance on Christopher MacArthur-Boyd.
Considering it’s his debut hour at the Fringe, the show seems effortless, MacArthur-Boyd’s natural confidence on stage creating an atmosphere that is less panicked newcomer sticking to a strict plot line for fear of unscheduled audience interaction and much more casual chat amongst mates.
In fact, the beauty of this show is this very fluidity and the fact that he doesn’t rely too heavily on a pre-determined structure. Maybe it would be lazy to draw comparisons between this Glaswegian comic and Kevin Bridges’ early observational comedy, but I’ll do it anyway. The off tangent stuff was where the MacArthur-Boyd’s natural talent shone brightest. Some of the audience participation was gold, particularly a drawn out segment in which he was trying to explain a Margaret Thatcher porn joke involving the IRA and miners to a Dutch girl who didn’t get the joke. It’s rare that a comic needing to explain the joke surpasses the joke itself, but his quick wit and unpatronising manner made it a spot of genius.
If you’re looking for a show that’s not heavy on an underlying message and doesn’t rely on cheap gags and forced humour, this is definitely worth a bash. In fact, with his relatable humour and charm, I wouldn’t be surprised to see MacArthur-Boyd get a nod in for Best Newcomer this year. Unless you’re from Bathgate, in which case, you might want to sit this one out.
Christopher MaCarthur-Boyd: Home Sweet Home, Gilded Balloon Teviot, 7-26 Aug (not 13th), 10.15pm