RUSSELL KANE
It took Russell Kane ten years to muster the courage (and Imodium supply) to walk out on stage and perform the ego equivalent of a bungee jump. He finally exploded onto the scene in autumn 2003 and has enjoyed a meteoric introduction to the London and national comedy scene. He was performing paid twenty-minute sets within three months, and, as far as Malcom Hay can recall, no other new act has had a Time Out preview page article about them in so short a space of time.
Audience members have described his act as ''electric hilarity'', ''breath-taking'', ''scary-funny'', and ''phenomenal to watch'' - one Japanese punter said it was like watching a twisted human cartoon. He's already bagged one high profile competition and is in the final stages of many others.
The act is a turbo-charged, unhinged, 'reverse-misogynistic', self-loathing, stalking, dribbling, lethally twisted brand of humour that goes hyper-thyroid style for the jugular, tackling everything from psycholinguistics to anal tapeworm disorder... and all delivered with a neurotic, almost Parkinsonian, twitchiness.