Janeane Garofalo

There is, unfortunately for the glib reviewer, no-one to compare Garofalo too. There’s people in there, for sure – possibly one too many for her psychiatrist’s liking; a little Joan Rivers maybe, some Bill Hicks, and ooh, a dose of Carrie Fisher schizoidosity. But Garofalo is a true original. Her delivery is unlike any I’ve experienced before – seeming at first a little too American – maybe she’s trying too hard? – you begin to realize nope, that’s just her mind, almost projectile vomiting itself out into the room. Obviously intelligent, Garofalo seems enabled rather than worried about her various foibles and flaws; all expounded upon in a nonchalantly honest and oddly relevant manner and her almost childlike enthusiasm for discovering Scotland’s own particular idiosyncracies makes them seem freshly funny. This gig consists of a fascinating women talking to you for an hour – and at the end you realize it was nowhere near long enough.