From the second he stepped on stage, to the second he stepped off, Justin Hamilton filled his routine to the brim with his rapid, machine gun fire delivery. Although initially a bit overwhelming, he threw out buoys in the shape of Tetris references, Dr Karl jokes, and some light drug masturbation humour to get me apace.
Hamilton expertly weaved us through tales of writing his name in concrete (every Australian’s dream), performing in Afghanistan for the troops, and a dinner party, connecting them with finely tuned ease. Although there were a couple of moments during the show that I laughed so aggressively I thought I’d risk getting ejected, what I liked was that he was able to let in some serious moments too. Even though one of the areas focused on was war, I was still surprised how much I enjoyed the entire show more because of that.
It didn’t induce one prolonged bout of hysteria, but there were a lot of poignant moments, and laughs throughout. I’m pretty sure this is what a comedy routine becomes when it grows up.
