Justin Hamilton Articles/Reviews

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i shall type this up for youse. I can't believe no one spotted it. i was about to throw the paper out when i looked down, and there's a pic of jussy.

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Bound for South Australia
SMH MEtro Feb 13-19 2004
By Vanessa Wilson

An only child, Justin Hamilton attributes his happy childhood in the Adelaide suburb of West Croydon to his best mate Jeffrey.

Remembering the antics of his imaginary friend boosted his spirits when life went a bit pear-shaped for the stand-up comedian last year. Jeffrey subsequently became the subject of his show, Purple Cows, which will play at this year's Adelaide Fringe.

"While the other kids were too busy having real friends, I used to play with Jeffrey," says the 31 year old Hamilton. "Together we played in Kiss, but he had to play drums. He was the Vietcong to my Rambo."

This year marks Hamilton's fifth fringe, which comsumes the city for more than 3 weeks with its carnival atmosphere.

"Adelaide is tiny compared with other ciies, so you actually get a chance to meet and talk to other performers," he says. "Not just comedians. You can walk down the street and bump into all kinds of performers, like a shakespearean theatre group who are determined to act out all of the Bards tragedies as deaf mute monsters, or poets who wail their prose against the wind"

This years lineup includes Kenny Kramer, whose zany personality was imortalised on Seinfeld, psychic contortionist Michael Santos Mindbender, folk rocker Ani De franco and Japanese drumming group TaikOZ. Also appearing are comedians Adam Hills and Dave Hughes plus Circus monoxide and all girl performance artists Frumpus, who will explore the female perspectve of slasher/horor flicks in Crazed.

It's more than likely you'll find amilton after a busy night of perfoming rubbing shoulders with other performers and friends over a beer at the FringeCLUB, located at the University of Adelaide.

The Adelide Festival of Arts, the Fringe's upmarket sibling, joins in to keep the city's party atmosphere going from February 27. Writers week, classical music productions and the three day world music festival WOMADelaide are just osme of that festivals highlghts.

"I've been living in Melbourne for a couple of years now, but i love going back to Adelaide for the Fringe," says Hamilton. "You take a stroll up an alley and there's a venue literally held togeter by pipe-cleaners and glue. It's hilarious, but it makes for affordable, accessible entertainment".

"For $60 you can go see four shows wih a five minute walk between venues".

"Th nights are warm, with a gentle cool breeze, everyone is hanging outside, plus just about every pub has Coopers on tap. what could be better than that?".





and for those who wanna bitch about my typos :fingerch:

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Written by the Hammo himself

(Rip It Up: issue 816)

The not so secret origin of the Adelaide Comedy Festival began at the end of the 2004 Adelaide Fringe Festival. I was sitting with comedian Charlie Pickering (pictured) when he lamented on the fact we wouldn't be back in Adelaide for two years.

"Maybe we should come back next year?" I had suggested.

"To perform in a limited season? Intriguing."

Gulp. First beer finished.

"Maybe we should ask other comedians to come over?"

"Who do you have in mind?"

"Well we could ask Dave Callan and that pirate guy..."

"Andy McClelland?"

"That's the one. How about Greg Fleet?"

"I see your Fleety and raise you a Tom Gleeson," Pickering countered.

"Touche!"

Five Coopers later.

"How about super bitch Adam Richards?"

"Done. I'll get local stars Lehmo and Jodi J Hill."

"Well I'll invite Tripe J's Terri Psiakis, Fiona O'loughlin and Skithouse's Micheal Chamberlin."

"I bet I can wrangle Wil Anderson down for a one off secret show."

"You can't be serious?"

"I am and to prove it I suggest four shots of tequila!"

Salt, tequila, lemon, stagger about with more beer.

"We can do late shows on friday and Saturday nights from 11pm to 1am will all the acts that are performing that week," slurred Pickering.

"You're crazy. Scotch?"

"Actually I'm of Irish decent."

Gulp. Stagger.

"Right I'm ringing Rhino Room now and telling them the plan. Mick, it's Justin Hamilton. We've had a great idea. we're putting together the inaugural Adelaide Comedy Festival with some of the best acts in Australia all doing limited runs at the Rhino Room at affordable prices. Lock it in or I'm coming down to drink your bars dry ... again. Who's putting all of this together? We are, right Pickering."

"Who are you?"

"That's the spirit. Speak to you tomorrow."

"What did he think?"

"He says we're in."

"Well played! This is going to be awesome."

"Now we just have to organise everything."

"Everything?"

"Posters, flyers, bookings, flights, accommodation, publicists, contracts, ticketing..."

"Yiros?"

"Well I would have preferred food but okay."

The next day the phone calls came flooding in, comedians promised they'd be there and we realised what we had created for ourselves: extra work!

So come down to the inaugural Adelaide Comedy Festival where we will have jam-packed 10 days of comedy gold for you and remember, if you have a job that no one else wants to do just buy us some tequila and theres a good chance we may just do it for you.

Adelaide Comedy Festival takes place at the Rhino Room from fri feb 18 until sat mar 5.
Book at venuetix on 8225 8888

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Strangely enough, that's EXACTLY how the Magna Carta was drawn up as well.

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you have go to get off the history thing hehe.

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Hey, I like a guy who knows his history. At least then we have something to talk about beyond the typical shit.

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i know the history of crap music

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Deja Voodoo
by Justin Hamilton
- Rip it Up (issue 817)

On Friday night I did something I haven't done in a while. I watched an episode of Neighbours. I know that seems very disappointing because most people want to believe that my life is all hookers, cocaine and midgets but sometimes before a show you just want to watch something that numbs the mind and ... well numbs the mind.

This time though I was quite confused to see original nasty Paul Robinson. It was a blast of nostalgia to see Paul again because I foolishly believed he was consigned to acting limbo where you get to marry a Blakeney Twin, have a very successful pop career in Germany and become a regular on the English pantomine circuit otherwise referred to as acting hell. What freaked me out though was not only is he back but he's also sexing it up with naughty girl lizzie who is quite clearly a third of his age.

Then it was onto the remake of Battlestar Galactica but, unlike the return of Paul, this was quite different. Starbuck is now a hard drinking, poker playing girl and the main villain is no longer a walking mess of silver cans but a hot robot that seduces men and set off nuclear weapons. It made me realise that neighbours had missed the boat for if only Paul Robinson had come back as a stunning brunette then his return would be perfect.

Could this be the answer to making SA great again? Imagine Tony Modra brought back to play full forward for The Crows... but as a stunning blond with tiny shorts and a low fitting guernsey? When the opposition yelled out, "You're playing like a girl", they'd be correct but I bet she'd kick more than Carey ever did.

Personally I would dearly love to see the re-imagining of the only man that could take down Prime Minister Darth Howard. That's right: Don Dunstan ... but as a sultry red head. I don't know how but I'm willing to do whatever I can to bring back the great man as a foxy vixen with sound politics, a sense of justice and a plunging V line on a apricot leisure suit.

So quite clearly there have been two things I have learnt from the latest TV offerings: girl power is the way to go and if Paul Robinson is considered to have sex appeal then there is still hope for me.

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And now the end is near ….
By Justin Hamilton
-Rip It Up issue 819 (mar 3rd - 9th ‘05)

Well I think you know a night has gone too far when you find yourself at some pizza parlour at 4am in the morning ordering a pizza with half dolphin and half seal on it and the only thing that weirds you out about that order is you normally don’t like seafood.

Last weekend saw the force of nature that is Greg Fleet breeze into town and blow packed audiences away with his unique style and insights of the world. Not to be outdone The Late Show last Friday saw the one and only Corinne Grant from Rove Live and The Glasshouse fame perform her first piece of stand-up comedy in over three years to an audience that was giddy with excitement as they realised people on TV really do exist in the real world.

The week will be the very last week for you to catch all the acts in the inaugural Adelaide Comedy Festival and we’re bringing out the big guns. The first Lady of comedy, Fiona O’Loughlin, will swan into town to regale us with tales of drinking, raising kids, drinking, her handsome husband and maybe a few more tales that revolve around drinking. Don’t try to keep up with her as I tried once and was in such a bad state that even Big Kev thought I should calm down.

From Skithouse, Michael Chamberlin will be arriving for his first shows in Adelaide and also to avoid the debt collectors that hound him at every turn. Finally his co-star on Skithouse, the very funny Tom Gleeson, will arrive for two shows only and I’m hoping to get him to tell us the great idea he had for the Australian Fast Bowler that was rejected by the network for being too controversial.

All that Plus SA.FM’s Lehmo, Charlie Pickering and myself arriving at the finishing line like we just learnt to walk from a rubber man. A big thank you to everyone who made this very first Adelaide Comedy Festival possible - it really has been a lot of fun - from Wil Anderson drinking his weight in beer on the first weekend, to Adam Richard telling me that if you are gay you have to see Mariah Carey’s Glitter (I did manage to avoid this hence saving my sanity and also making me realise I’m quite clearly not gay). To all the Adelaide comedians who not only have been great support act but have exceeded all expectations this has been nothing but fun. Of course my bruised liver and bloodshot eyes would disagree but they obviously don’t get a say in it all.

Cheerio for now!

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JUSTIN HAMILTON: OH FATHER, WHERE ART THOU?
RMIT Capitol Theatre, until April 16

If Rodney Rude and Susan Sontag had produced a child, tossed him into a day-care centre managed by Philip Adams and then placed him at a school with Anna Nicole Smith on lunch lady duty, the result might resemble Justin Hamilton.

Some stand-ups strive to match smut with smarts. This comic contrivance is employed, presumably, to inspire our awe: how can he be so naughty, yet so outlandishly well-read? What a complex guy! Blending lewdness with staccato eloquence, Hamilton actually seems to be the real deal. He is no ersatz Dark Man of Comedic Contrast. He is both foul-mouthed and clever.

It's a relief to encounter an Australian male stand-up comedian who is genuinely at ease with words. This comfort with the order of language, unimpeded by the constipated grunts that punctuate so much local comedy, engages the room instantly. A fluent and unique delivery coupled with delicate material make this a special hour

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Justin Hamilton – Purple Cows

06mar04
A tale of searching for an imaginary friend doesn't sound particularly appealing but in the hands of comedian Justin Hamilton it is funny and, at times, touching.

Hamilton's relaxed, chatty style had the crowd in stitches. His habit of starting a story and then going off on weird tangents only adds to the fun.

Also, anyone who can discuss singer Shannon Noll, clowns, imaginary news readers and mobile phones – among other vastly different topics – and keep the story coherent deserves praise.

Despite some fairly rowdy audience members, Hamilton dealt with them swiftly and often hilariously. His random drawing on a blackboard – particularly his "sights of Adelaide" collection – was also catchy.

3 1/2 stars
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http://www.tabula-rasa.com.au/reviews/justin_sane.html
Justin Hamilton is Justin Sane
With the serious undertone of losing a friend to cancer, Triple J’s Justin Hamilton creates a controversial yet hilarious comedy covering everything from atheism to spooning, and includes the good old Star Wars references and invasions by those pesky oompah lumpahs.

All good comedy acts must have a strong beginning. While Justin himself struggled at times to find his feet with his first show of the season, he introduced a strong theme throughout - grand entrances. Star Wars, Technicolor light shows, The Bible, and Australia’s crappiest novel of 2002 were all featured.

Justin Hamilton challenges Adam Spencer’s title to Australia’s funniest Maths comedian, with quite humourous references to Pi. Mmm… This challenge may stem from some pent up anger, of which he discusses in his show. Cunningly, Adam Spencer has discovered Justin’s greatest fear. Thrown in the deep-end, spending an entire day on the beach, he faces his deep-seated fear of water, exposed to the cameras.

Should students pay the $13.50 to see the show? Yes, if you can handle the crude language, overused bible and drug references and a guy who isn’t afraid to show his sensitive side. All in all, for a guy from Adelaide he doesn’t do too badly.
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Purple Cows
Justin Hamilton
Rhino Room Until Sat 13 March

Ever wonder where the innocence and magic of childhood go? Ex-Adelaide boy Justin Hamilton does and Purple Cows is the result. Based on an overheard remark from a mother to daughter that there are no such things as purple cows, Hamilton bemoans the loss of imagination and inherent creativity within adult society. His basis is mild depression, an increasing obsession with Something For Kate (the New Cure/Smiths) and the death of his beloved dog Cooper; the result is renewed contact with those nearest and dearest. Between times are some brilliantly funny stories packed with imaginary friends, well crafted one-liners and fantastic flights of tangential fancy.

Hamilton introduces us to his childhood replete with his imaginary friend Jeffrey. Jeffrey becomes the link of the show while Hamilton winds his way merrily through life encounters such as his bearded primary school bully Debra, to his first magic mushroom experience and failed dates with phone junkies. Jeffrey becomes the focus for Hamilton's search for meaning; find Jeffrey and Hamilton will be able to find himself. Hamilton introduces us to other imaginary friends including a newsreader who lives under a bed, an oil-stain called Matt, and Clowny Queen of Bongs' factory worker who makes steps for Teddy Bears.

Hamilton's self-proclaimed penchant for tangents produces some of the finest moments of the show including the dyslexic YMCA, the Australian Marvin Gaye Show (Marvin G'Day), the indignities of toilet training and the physically based recurring sperm. It also enables Hamilton to mix gentle and wry observations with pointed institutional accusations to produce what is essentially a tragicomedy.

Purple Cows is piss pants funny in patches. It made me smile in others and actually think about the nature of friendship, childhood and adulthood; it becomes a tale with a message for those who want it or just a show full of good times for those who want that. Well worth seeing, just like old friends.
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Bovine dreaming

27feb04
DON'T be put off if Justin Hamilton is already on stage when you arrive to see his new show, Purple Cows.

"I'm actually talking as people are walking in, just chatting about stuff: 'Get to know Hamilton'," the comedian says. "It's going to sort the true fans from the people who are freaked out."

Hamilton's national profile has been on the rise since he relocated from Adelaide to Melbourne last year. He hosted Triple J breakfast over summer, appeared at the Falls Festival and features on the new ABC television Stand Up comedy series. He's also celebrating 10 years of performances at the Fringe, having started off as half of the Bunta Boys.

Once the audience has settled, Purple Cows takes Hamilton into new territory searching for his imaginary childhood friend. "I was reading an article ... about a woman walking along with her daughter," he says.

"The daughter said 'Look over there, purple cows!' The mum says 'Don't be ridiculous, purple cows don't exist'. "From that moment on, the child only sees black cows, brown cows, white cows, because she has been told purple cows just don't exist.

"Therefore, purple cows walk amongst us, never to be seen."

Reading the article made Hamilton ponder his own friendships. "My first friend was an imaginary boy called Jeffrey," he says. "He was someone that I hung out with, because I was an only child."

Hamilton says the show is down-to-earth humour. "If there's a message, it's choose your friends wisely."

Justin Hamilton performs Purple Cows at Rhino Room until March 13.
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http://www.messenger.net.au/Pulse/htm/purple25.htm
THIS one-man show by Justin Hamilton is everything Fringe comedy should be.

The former Adelaide boy uses the search for Jeffrey - long lost and imaginary childhood friend - as the premise for a tangential journey through the nature of friendship, childhood, relationships and the mores of modern text messaging.

The result is an hour of insightful, funny, crude, vulnerable, warm, violent comedy that delivers consistent laughs and keeps the audience engaged in Hamilton's quest for lost innocence and a sense of connection with the world.

After a slightly stilted beginning, Hamilton's monologue tightens into fluid storytelling that paints a vivid picture of flawed but faithful friendship.

He also uses his own disastrous and surreal exploits in the world to entertain and strike a strong comedic chord with the audience.

If you're looking for comedy with insight, rather than insult, go and see this show.
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Justin Hamilton in
'Father Can You Spare a Dime?'

If Justin Hamilton was asked by a psychologist to perform a Rorschach inkblot test, he may not be released back into the community. Few people could associate the extinction of the Woolly Mammoth with its use of Brut 33, a spider with exploding teeth, and the love of a block of cheese in a single breath. Hamilton does, and at super speed.

Hamilton is a favourite guest on Triple J and has also appeared on ‘Rove Live’. He brings with him the same enthusiasm that shines brightly during the short guest spots on these shows; and it is magnified in his show, Father, can you spare a dime? This comedy show may have been about Hamilton deciding to make contact with his estranged father, although I can’t be sure - he just managed to fit that story in within the hour.

Hamilton bares his soul and speaks of his unconventional family, his relationships, and his long-distance girlfriend. At times the jovial mood falls flat, as you can only pity some of the experiences Hamilton has been through. However the mood rises quickly, as the next barrage of observations and awkwardness is unleashed.

The stories that dominate the act seem normal on the surface; before they suddenly dive off into illogical links, abstract objects and poor (but funny) miming techniques that require a follow-up explanation.

For some, Hamilton’s lightning-fast style of delivery may be difficult to follow; however it does ensure your complete attention throughout the show. Lethargy means risking the loss of a large dose of hilarity- and that would be a shame.

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http://www.theage.com.au/news/arts-r...335703024.html

YOB???????

Justin Hamilton
By Helen Razer
May 2, 2006

See this reconstructed yob before his tickets cost a whole lot more.

GenreComedyLocationRMIT Capitol TheatreAddress113 Swanston St, MelbourneDate13 April 2006 to 6 May 2006Tickets$18-$21Phone Bookings1300 660 013Online Bookingswww.ticketmaster.com.auDetailsTue-Sat 8.15pm, Sun 7.15pm
COMEDY FESTIVAL REVIEW

THIS whip-smart, self-professed Girly Man minces back to the mic to describe disorder, housework and the endurance of life in general.

Justin is at genuine ease with his shtick. One of the more competent and likable home-grown stand ups, he offers fat-free material that emerges over an elegantly paced hour. His style is lean, likable and, every so often, pleasantly enraged.

A polished performance is even more of a delight thanks to the wonderful absence of crude schoolboy humour. The post-ironic comedy-scape offers truckloads of tittering humour about women's bosoms and men's bottoms, but Hamilton, being an original sort, hasn't caught this garbage virus.

Lads, you can take the ladies to the show confident that they will not chastise you for selecting an evening of sexist disgrace. Nonetheless, Hamilton does know his way around a curse word, and cricketing metaphors careen around the pitch of his hilarious discontent. In short, he's a Class-A Bloke.

Frankly, it's a mystery that this local fella isn't stalking bigger stages and commanding a more monumental wage. He's filthy but sensitive - the kind of delicate lout with whom one would love to knock about. See this reconstructed yob before his tickets cost a whole lot more.

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http://www.news.com.au/adelaidenow/s...-31624,00.html

WHEN ex-Adelaide comedian Justin Hamilton jets in to town, he should always prebook a doctor's appointment for his return to Fitzroy.
While he notes family and friends as aspects of Adelaide he misses the most, his stomach has other ideas.
"I just love the restaurants here," he laughs. "I put on about 13 stone when I'm in Adelaide. . . I moved to Melbourne to lose weight.
"Eros is my treat. I just love it. And Amalfi is amazing."
He clearly claims commission in food.
Work commitments keep Justin away from home quite a lot these days, so his close friends have to work hard to score five minutes with the lad - or fork out for tickets.
"It's been a nightmare. . . on Saturday night, I did a show with 100 people in the crowd and I knew 60 of them," he says. "I often wonder if they all got together and planned to blow my mind by having them all there at once."
Ah, it's a tough life being popular. "I like coming home, it's like putting on an old suit - it's comfortable, but a bit outdated," he says. "I'm always so busy in Adelaide though." Guess he won't be finishing that "never-ending" novel at home then.
"I'm never comfortable enough to write for long enough to finish it. . . it's frustrating, but it'll happen," he says of the "slightly surreal" comedy novel.
Justin also says he has "a few things on the go" in the Melbourne radio world, but can't reveal too much. Maybe he'll team up with old mate Anthony "Lehmo" Lehmann?