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LEWIS BLACK
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This set was recorded last year, on a particularly fired-up day for our man Lewis. The first disc covers more standard stand-up fare, including Dr. Phil, Jewish traditions, and Halloween. Funny stuff, but pretty easy targets. The second disc delves into the more political humor we’ve come to expect from Lewis, thanks to his brilliant “Back In Black” segments on the Daily Show. This is where he really comes to life, screaming his fuckin’ head off at the absurdity of using gay marriage as a political red herring when the whole country is falling to pieces, picking apart the hypocrisies of the Terry Schiavo case, and, you know, calling the president a buffoon. And Lewis really shines in his gut-busting rant about stem cell research: “If frozen embryos are alive, we should have the national guard at every frozen food aisle, going “Back off, back off! Those clam strips may come back to life!” He finishes off his exhausting set with one of the most compelling solutions to the terrorism problems I’ve heard. I won’t give it away, but I will say that it’s so crazy, it just might work. Presented in a handsome, all-black, 2 disc digipak (I think they could’ve fit the whole show on one CD, but what the hell, it looks swank) “The Carnegie Hall Performance” is as funny as it is profane (and believe me, it’s plenty profane – I stopped counting the cuss words after the first couple hundred), and as loud as any thunderous rock show. Righteous indignation is rarely this entertaining. Don’t miss it. _______________________________________________________ |
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-Sleazegrinder |
Lewis
Black, the most consistently outraged man on the comedy circuit, if
not the country, strolls onto the spacious Carnegie Hall stage and says,
“The problem with this is, there’s nowhere left for me to go. The only way
to top this is to develop a serious drug habit.” In a way, he’s right.
He’s probably at the top of his grouchy game right now, and while his
eventual downward spiral into Holiday Inn gigs will probably be pretty
funny too, it is quite impressive to hear a seasoned funnymaker like Lewis
in total command of his craft, spitting out his “fuck” heavy rants like
spittle-driven bullets, spraying the audience with a torrent of blinding,
hilarious truth-telling.