Peter Brush may not seem like much at first. He appears awkward on stage, not quite knowing what to do with himself. He sounds slightly apologetic about the whole situation. The material examines the inevitability of death and the afterlife. Fine topics for a stand-up set, but he doesn’t attack the premise with much vigor, and gives the impression that he’s trying to stretch things out as long as possible. And then, out of nowhere, a perfectly composed joke that draws out big laughs. Peter Brush is not a showy comedian by any stretch of the imagination, but he has loads of high quality gags in supply. He just takes his time getting round to them, that’s all.
Jason Manford he ain’t, and that’s probably the idea. Audiences used to slicker performers might be baffled by Brush’s laconic pace and remote demeanor. He does takes a stab at the traditional ending, which ties all of the show’s threads together, but the attempt is so clumsy and half-hearted that it ends up being divisive; amateurish for some, hilarious for others.
This is Brush’s debut Fringe hour, and it’s a strong one. His manner isn’t television-friendly, but his jokes are distinct enough that he could become a must-see Fringe act for fans of original comedy.