The Blue Man basement was quiet, and velvety. The well-dressed audience sipped wine, or tea. When Aidan came to the stage, he punctured the atmosphere with his Irish accent and torn jeans.
This show is for anyone who wants to know more about real, dirty, politics, is open-minded to hear about conspiracies of all shades of the rainbow, and doesn’t mind blushing in front of an audience.
The first ten minutes of the show Aidan made a quaint introduction to himself and the show. He charmed our socks off with his cheeky smile and embarrassed blushes as he stumbled and fumbled, admitting it was a new show. I was put on the spot when Aiden lost his train of thought and, eying the audience suspiciously, asked ‘’there’ isn’t a reviewer here is there?’’. My friend gave the game away, but what else could I expect at a show about truth, surveillance, and information?
Feeling like a Stasi spy, with Aidan talking faster than a Eminem on speed was not what I had bargained for. I was just lucky I hadn’t bothered taking my notebook… After Aidan’s initial hand-wringing, hair-tearing and tongue-tying, he warmed up nicely. His lyrical political commentary became poetry more often than tirades of cursing. And there was a lot of cursing. He was clearly a man with a visual mind, and his disturbed yet playful imaginings came alive to the audience. Aiden described scenes of politicians wheeling and dealing during a farcical apocalypse. Descriptions of Aidan as an old man in a wheel chair rolling, Kamikaze fashion, towards a gathering of the rich and ruthless, finishing in a final ecstatic explosion, had us all staring open-mouthed towards Aidan’s joyful, shining eyes.
The smattering of dick-jokes and farce didn’t distract from the gut-wrenching truth of this show. Aidan had us cringing, laughing, blushing, and most of all on tenterhooks to hear what he would come up with next.
This show is for anyone who wants to know more about real, dirty, politics, is open-minded to hear about conspiracies of all shades of the rainbow, and doesn’t mind blushing in front of an audience. The show was free but, as we left, Aidan’s tip hat was almost as full of money as our heads were of information.
