I think Sara Barron should be famous. She’s faster, sharper and downright funnier than anything you’d get on Live at the Apollo. Filthy, direct and right on point, Barron is the master of the comedy stage, effortlessly delivering an unbroken hour of non-stop mirth.
Barron’s style is fast, frank and direct. She’s got a story to tell, and she’s telling it. Somehow very straightforward, Barron doesn’t have to rely on an obvious persona - she’s not posh or working class or dopey or any other easy trope to hide behind. Rather, she’s 125% herself, all the time, right there, right now.
Barron’s style is also very, very filthy. The theme for the show was ostensibly marriage, but in practice it was sex, wanking, relationships, a bit more sex and a smattering of being American. It’s a testament to the strength of the act that the themes didn’t have to be all that original. With subtle but noticeable hints of Bill Hicks, Barron was able to serve up some uncomfortable observations in a joyously visceral manner.
Please note however that just because the content is mature does not mean the show wasn’t polished. It was absolutely apparent that Barron’s one hour set has been finely honed and expertly crafted. All the links and segues worked, the call-backs were never forced, and even the audience participation was masterfully controlled. Delivering this polish and quality is especially impressive because, talking fast as she does, Barron crammed in loads and loads of content - the lady gives good value!
Our hour with Sara Barron simply flew past. The audience was with her the whole time. The tempo was constantly high yet never frantic. The laughs were genuine, and only very occasionally uncomfortable. I was very impressed indeed, so will leave you with the words of wisdom that Barron left us: Slower. Lighter. Michael Bolton.