Andrew Silverwood: Call Me Janice
Most comedians only set the tone once they’ve hit the stage. London’s Andrew Silverwood is not ‘most comedians’.
Meeting the audience outside Girls School, Silverwood is ready for a friendly chat and soon personally leads us through to his performance room. We all mutually decide against stopping at the bar, but it could have provided just as suitable a performance space for the next hour.
Silverwood’s performance feels less traditional comedy show than hanging out with a new mate for the first time.
After getting us onside so quickly, he frequently involves the intimate audience throughout the rest of the evening.
Even if he asks the age-old questions like ‘what do you do?’, he’s just as quick to ask about any ketamine inspired adventures we’ve been on recently (the audience is a little more reluctant to answer that one).
And if you have a particularly terrible tattoo, he will most certainly want to know about it. Don’t worry, he has a few of his own.
It’s clear that Silverwood has a list of talking points, but the comedian still manages to sound off-the-cuff and loose throughout his storytelling.
He’s a well-travelled comedian and takes us from bizarre gigs in small Scottish towns… to a Polish bootycall that ends up in an Auchwitz giftshop.
The more UK-centric references may not always hit home with a Perth audience, but Silverwood is quickly off to the next story before we know it.
Surprisingly, Silverwood ends on a much more sincere note than expected. After discussing how comedians battle mental health, he implores us to seek help if we’re facing issues of our own. It’s unexpected but continues to prove he’s a comedian with a heart in the right place.
With enthusiasm and energy to spare, Silverwood provides a quality hour of wild and winding tales and observations. It’s well worth making friends with the bounding Londoner whether you stop off at the bar or not.