Yeah, Yeah is not a new set from Dylan Moran. IMDB suggests it dates back to 2011. So, with an aging gig, at the height of the Edinburgh Fringe, competing against other world class comedians, Dylan Moran has to place bums on Playhouse seats.
How does he do?
The Playhouse was sold out. Packed. Not only that; as Moran walked on to the stage he received the loudest pre-set round of applause I’ve ever heard.
I left the Playhouse grinning from ear to ear and with a head filled with Moran-esq mental images.
An Easter Island head stuck in traffic.
Snoring that sounds like bricks being thrown into the Hadron Collider.
A car wash with teeth.
Why ski when you can sit in the comfort of your own kitchen, listening to music of your choice, where you can break your own knees with a hammer?
Moran projects intelligence and disquiet at the world. The two seem to go together very closely. Here is a man who wrestles with the every day.
There was no doubting that Yeah, Yeah is hilarious and Dylan Moran is an observational comedic genius. I wonder, though, whether he was on form when he came to Edinburgh’s Playhouse. He was full of apologies. He gave the impression of fumbling his story arch towards the end of the first half and then apologised for it at the start of the second… but, well, did it matter? No. Could it actually be part of the presentation/projection/humour? Yes.
It certainly worked. I mean, that sort of non-linear observational, interlacing just makes me think of Black Books. You win again Mr Moran.
Yeah, Yeah is a must for fans. Dylan Moran will wow and impress. His anger at the world combined his ability to split your sides with laughter is the best therapy anyone could ever ask for.
