Bob Slayer treats his audience like a classroom full of unruly students - he is the erratic alcoholic headmaster to lord over them all. He managed to down three pints during his show, or ‘memory juice’ as he would call it. In fact, I’ve never seen anyone chug a beer that fast before.
Slayer finally got to his stories after he chatted the audience up for the first half hour or so. The stories of the naughty things he’s done over the past year at other shows are a bit shocking and I really had to wonder how much of it was true (it is, I Googled it). Slayer quickly got distracted in catering the storytelling to the audience he had just got to know, barely making it through to the end of anything.
I appreciate his motivations of surrealism and chaos, but his execution is like a drunken shot in the dark, though that’s probably on purpose. Since his comedy relies on his train of thought rather than his material, it’s possible you might witness a stellar show - or you might not. It’s a palette of comedy that’s reserved for the few.
Also, heckling the reviewer into giving a five-star review is not the wisest choice for actually getting more stars. However, being a comedian on the fringe of the Fringe, he probably doesn’t care how he’s rated anyway.
Bob Slayer: He's A Very Naughty Boy
