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David’s One-Man Band (F*ck You, Steven) comedy review: Potty-mouthed adolescence

Teenager David learns a keen lesson in independence in this ode to teen angst 

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David’s One-Man Band (F*ck You, Steven) comedy review: Potty-mouthed adolescence

The sweary subtitle here captures just the right angsty, adolescent feel for this deliberately overwrought performance from writer and performer Laurie Stevens. She arrives onstage in the guise of emo teen David; it’s 2006 San Francisco, all ‘hello-Moto’ ring-tones and worshipful teen adulation of bands like My Chemical Romance. David is headlining a San Francisco band night called Sticky Floors. The only problem is that bandmate Steven is a no-show; can David conquer his negative feelings and go it alone? 

Flailing around on stage is the kind of formative experience that nails something universal about what adolescence feels like; what Stevens manages with genuine success is to create a comical character who wants to be aloof but can’t stop complaining about his lot. Featuring well-written original parody songs as well as anthems of the time like Wheatus’ ‘Teenage Dirtbag’, Stevens’ evocative show nails the agonising vibe of mid-90s teen angst. 

David’s One-Man Band (F*ck You, Steven), Underbelly Cowgate, until 24 August, 4.10pm.

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