Cowboy Comedian Wilson Dixon Makes Us Yee-Ha-Ha-Ha
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Country music parody was long lorded over by Rich Hall's raspy Otis Lee Crenshaw. Then, in canters Cripple Creek Colorado's Wilson Dixon: mellower than a Sunday afternoon whiled away with a bottle of Mellow Corn bourbon. Dixon may not have the tobacco-tongued, Fuck-Disney 'tude of Crenshaw. But his comedy still kicks like his psychotic horse, Andrew.
Soho's cabaret bar is markedly quieter than usual tonight (blame the soccerball competition amirite?). It's testament to Dixon's belief in his own material, then, that he continues at his own laconic trot, never hammering home a gag, never screwing up his face when one doesn't land. Vividly, surreally, hilariously he paints his sleepy hometown, inhabited by unfortunate Uncle Cletus, dimwit brother Jethro, confusingly-named girlfriend Rabachel, that psychotic horse Andrew. The anatomical observation of country music is brilliant. The callbacks are clever. The music itself is pretty good. And every now and then, a belting one-liner tumbles out.
Crenshaw Vs Dixon? This town is big enough for the both of them.
Wilson Dixon: For the First Time. Again., Soho Theatre, from £12, until 30 June
Last Updated 28 June 2018