Self-proclaimed bogan, Brett Blake takes to the stage sporting a mullet best described as a criminal dirty blow-out paying tribute to drug experimentation in the 1980s.This leaves us wondering if there’s any room beneath the hair art for genius to thrive.
And, of course, there is.
Like the intellectual greats, Blake’s got an above average IQ. He is both genius and bogan. But more importantly (given it’s a comedy show) he’s also an undeniably funny and talented storyteller. His humour is playful and witty, his demeanor is friendly and infectious which is easy to absorb within the intimate performance space.
His ability to retain relatable Aussie humour without disrupting the gods of political correctness is a relief, not to mention a tribute to, and perhaps a verification of, this so called superior intellect.
More than that though, the show is an emotional and uplifting trek into the world of a younger, smaller Blake who’s struggling through school with dyslexia and ADHD. It’s about defying the odds and throwing an eraser at anyone who tells you you’re not good enough.
Just like you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, you probably shouldn’t judge a bogan by the length of their mullet.