‘It’s taken us 60 minutes to bring on stage a single comedian!” The variety night Stamptown is nothing if not eclectic. With one caveat. In the words of that first solo standup on stage, Kemah Bob, “Oh, the pressure of being the only fully clothed act of the night!” If you want comedy, and anarchy, with a generous side helping of exposed buttock, Zach Zucker’s late-night mixed bill is the show for you.
That takes adjusting to. Part of the anti-comedy joke about Zucker’s alter ego, our host Jack Tucker, is that he’s a bit of a sleazebag, so it’s conspicuous that the first act he introduces is a striptease – sorry, burlesque – act. Is that part of the joke? Not really: there’s nothing ironic about the crowd’s whooping at every disrobed garment, and our seedy compere would presumably be less keen on the two scantily clad male performers further down the bill.
