John Kearns asks the questions that run through any 26-year-old’s head each day: ‘What’s adulthood all about?’ Why don’t I have a girlfriend? What am I even doing?’ Except, they’re delivered in disguise, Kearns wearing some unfortunate dentures and a pattern-baldness wig that ages him 40-odd years. The combination is unsettling. It sometimes feels like your drunken uncle has taken you aside at a family gathering but you’re not sure where his story’s going. The whole show is like Seinfeld at its most postmodern.
This review was originally published in The Music magazine