In order to prevent the possibility of action being taken against Luke Wright under the provisions of the Consumer Protection from Unfair Trading Regulations 2008 (yes, I looked it up – the Trade Descriptions Act 1968 has been largely superseded), Wright had to amend the show’s title to include the word ‘poems’ in brackets. Even then there may have been some people who would be interested in actual ‘late night dance floor fillers’ but find themselves attending a poetry recital at 11:00pm. But that is precisely the point – to introduce poetry to people who might otherwise have attended something else at the Fringe.
Wright has an easygoing and engaging style, building and maintaining a good rapport with the audience. Having been raised in Essex, he’s acutely aware of what people think of what he still considers to be his home county, and can’t understand why it’s still considered fair game in terms of ridicule but other places aren’t anymore. There are personal stories about his father, who was a clockmaker in his working life but now apparently mostly articulates his visceral dislike of Nicola Sturgeon. There are tales about Wright’s son, too, as well as an extremely broad series of poems, which collectively expose the audience to a full range of human emotions.
Of particular note (to me, anyway) were univocalic poems, written with words that all have the same vowel, something devised, so Wright tells the audience, in the 1960s by Oulipo, a group of French-speaking writers. So a line would read, for instance, ‘A man drank a glass and had a fag’, although, of course, Wright’s poetry is infinitely more profound – and hilarious – and came in the form of ‘Ron’s Knock Off Shop’, about people from London visiting Bolton, and ‘Burt Up Pub’, which, if you must know, contains the phrase ‘f*ck bud’ and makes references to ‘grunts’ and ‘burps’. Utterly filthy, and yet utterly priceless (which pretty much goes for the show overall).
Review by Chris Omaweng
Fresh from wowing crowds opening for The Libertines and John Cooper Clarke, Luke Wright serves up banger after banger at the hottest late night show in town. This is rock’n’roll poetry at its visceral, inventive best. You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You might even pull.
Luke Wright’s Late Night Dance Floor Fillers (Poems)
3rd Aug 2022 – 29th Aug 2022
Jack Dome – Pleasance Dome – 11pm