Michael Fabbri delivers an evening of too much information that lives up to his title. A free fringe show at Cabaret Voltaire,
His jokes are somewhat clever, but if you have seen decent comedy on the Fringe already then Fabbri’s act is a tad banal.
Fabbri is good at accents and used this to get in some digs at Greggs. His unafraid-to-go-there attitude leads his humour into some dark places that verge on disgusting at times, with jokes about decaying wank tissues and the problems of anal sex, but he is nevertheless amusing in the way he tells them. His tale of misfortune and debauchery in Woolworths was quite funny, as was his joke about a woman’s refuge, though probably earned him the eternal hatred from all the feminists in the room. He adapted well to newcomers, and was polite enough not to seem offended if someone decided to leave.
His jokes are somewhat clever, but if you have seen decent comedy on the Fringe already then Fabbri’s act is a tad banal. He also has a tendency to ramble on at times, taking longer than necessary to introduce himself, and lost track of his show due to a misplaced bottle. For the record Michael, jokes about bowling are not funny. Ever. Still, for a free show it was passable and is certainly not bad, though could do with some more grossness in there to make it crazier.