Pleasance Courtyard, Edinburgh
Her material may be crude but there is no denying the bawdy Brummie comedian’s craft, nor her gift for getting the audience onside
The defining routine of Lindsey Santoro’s full fringe debut, Pink Tinge, finds her laughing so hard during a smear test that the speculum is impelled clean out of the window, where it kills an unfortunate pensioner passing by. And the bit is Santoro’s show – “just me shouting about my fanny, mainly” – in microcosm: it’s rude, it cleaves to a very familiar standup premise, it leaps in short order from credible to preposterous, and it’s all punctuated by the Brummie’s earthy cackle as she delights in sharing with us another nugget of autobiographical filth and fun.
You can see why the pink-haired comic is shortlisted for the fringe’s best newcomer award. She’s unpretentious, uninhibited and treats her crowd immediately as if she is their best friend. There’ll be a big audience for her standup – though it may not be made up of comedy aficionados, to whom some of the material (“I’ve got a fat fanny, haven’t I?”) will seem a bit first-base. But there’s no denying her craft. It’s a gift to be able to make standup feel this spontaneous and just-for-us. The jokes are vivid too. OK, so her routine about visiting a climbing wall has jumped the shark by the time it reaches its punchline, but “I hit that window with such force, I was stuck on it like a whelk” still delivers a big payload.
