The Horne Section “A refreshing concerto of comedy”
7th May 2014
Komedia – Main Space
The Horne Section is an unlikely comedy act. A band of good natured, thirty- something average Joes slash talented and successful musicians who’ve found themselves at the mercy of a dubious front man. Alex Horne is apparently bereft of any musical ability but makes up for it with a natural funny bone.
The show laces jazz into stand-up, storytelling and variety with a stream of comedic shorts. It appears unrehearsed and blundering to an almost shambolic point. I suspect this rawness is carefully orchestrated, certainly it works well.
Horne revelled in an embarrassing foray into audience participation as we were asked to perform our loudest grunt for: “A sexy start to the show.” We were later coerced into a round of audience twister (Put your leg on the thigh of the person to your left and lie across the person to your right). Anyone with a working knowledge of the table sharing that goes down at Komedia will understand that this involved a lot of uncomfortable stranger on stranger action.
The comedy numbers were hilarious, although the lyrical and comedic content of some were inaudible, drowned out by the racket of relentless jazz. There needs to be some sort of technical intervention here but in general, the music was neither incidental nor overpowering. Instead, it informed and guided the show with a symbiotic weaving of music and comedy.
The backbone was a bossy Alex Horne introducing his fellow band mates in turn, with a comedic segment for each. Under Alex’s strict instruction, the trumpeter gave us his top 7 trumpet dance moves, the drummer performed a blindfolded contemporary tango climaxing in an almighty pelvic thrust and the pianist played Thundercats while answering questions about himself Parkinson stylee.
I very nearly made the mistake of feeling sorry for them until I noted the twinkle in their eyes and the barely suppressed giggle that told me they were finding Alex’s posturings and probings hilarious and that they were basically messing about with their mates. It was an endearing and infectious sort of fun.
The Horne section finds success with benign, easy- going humour that’s nonetheless extremely funny. This is an act that doesn’t ram anything down your throat. Alex Horne never labours a joke but breezes through them, just about implying the punch lines. A refreshing concerto of comedy.