EMO being hosted at The Producers is a match made in heaven. The soft furnishing hang heavy with the lingering smell of spilled beers, there seems to be a spot of black mold on the ceiling, and the rooms lighting is set on the 'crack house in the morning sunshine' setting, just enough to automatically feel a sense of hanging regret over your head.
Nah, it's great. Every venue has a heart and The Producers sure does. But enough about how I could imagine the room the audience sat in awaiting for the show would be perfect for some kind of Dean Corll-esque dungeon. Let's get into EMO.
The comedian Andrew 'Hasto' Hastings is the embodiment of quarter life angst and cynical realisations of reality. Self-proclaimed 'emo' and the kind of guy I would have had a crush on in high school (don't kink shame me), guides us through continuously captivating stories of his life.
From being not so subtly labelled an 'accident', to 'Holiday Hastos' sporting Hawaiian shirts and a ukulele I assure you he tried to play something from The Black Parade on, Hastings truely engages his niche audience with a unique self-depreciating comedy style, one which I can see carrying on and evolving throughout is comedic career.
The show ends on a high note. We can laugh about monotony, about how depressing life can be and kinda just is, but Hasting's preaches something more important, and that's love (insert aww). But this show easily conveys it's about celebrating the little things, that sometimes not being okay, is okay, and everyone having their own journey.
The last show is set for tonight, 10pm at The Producers, but if we're lucky enough to have this act come back through Adelaide again, do a couple of West-End shotguns and go see it, you'll feel right at home.
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