Tom Walker is like a comedic Foley artist. Props, mime, monologues, whatever tools are at his disposal in pursuit of the laugh, he uses them. The line between Foley and folly are blurred here, too, in a wonderfully inventive hour of audiovisual eccentricity.
Honk Honk Honk Honk Honk resembles something close to a smorgasbord of the comic form, a whirlwhind tour of Walker's many deployable talents. There's homemade interactive eight-bit video games, musical cues, life-size puns, and just about anything else he can think of to convey a joke. The end product is a cross between an Australian Limmy and a Saturday Night Live audition from the year 2034.
It's as offbeat as it sounds, and the occasional shock humour won't be to everyone's tastes, but you don't get the impression that Walker wastes any time fretting over those who don't dig his unique form of art. An abstract presentation on police horses and a sketch that involves shouting "French dog" are just about the only describable skits in a show where the gags can't really be spoiled, seeing as they only last five seconds. The frenetic pace means that there's a high enough turnover of big laughs that it matters little what his actual hit-rate is.
He's the ultimate visual contortionist, writing cheques (and jokes) his body can just about cash. You can't really pin him down for more than a second, but when he's on a streak of form as hot as this, why would you want to?