EDINBURGH FESTIVAL 2013 REVIEW

Step forward the “cult 1980s Canadian standup” Baconface, with a mask made of bacon rashers, from Chilliwack, British Columbia. If the act attracts anyone, heaven knows what they’ll make of it.

For most of us, though, the pleasure is in seeing the mouth of a macho backwoodsman delivering boorish comedy. The opening routine, an encounter with a Seventh-day Adventist seeking the question to which “Jesus Christ” is the answer, stretches the patience, just as a setpiece about “rimming a 750lb male Canadian grizzly” relies on repetition to accumulate its comic power. By contrast, when Baconface deploys his catchphrase, “It’s all bacon,” or says of the two-week-old Prince George that “by royal appointment, he can suck my big fat cock”, we’re laughing.

Baconface claims to have invented standup, and mocks comedy fashion. His “regionally specific” material name-checks local ice-hockey players and musicians, but the gags about Bigfoot being rechristened Big Hairy Ball-Sack, for example, soon wear thin, even if concealed by cured meat.

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