Mr Loopy Pants: The Art of F*cking Up

Mr Loopy Pants—Shannon’s Irish Pub

This show f*cking rips. Like an R-rated Bo Burnham with a bass guitar and loop pedal; if you can handle some black and blue humour, you owe it to yourself to see this criminally undersold show (at time of publication).

A frenetic, self-styled solo-bass-comedy-loop-rock concert/PowerPoint presentation, the performance is absolute chaos in the most positive sense. Equal parts Gen X anthem, existential crisis, and self-aware train wreck, Mr. Williamez barrels from one absurd idea to the next with relentless energy. Crude, rude, hilarious and boppin’, this master of f*cking up is a one-man orgy. Figuratively speaking. Probably.

Mr. Williamez’s outstanding delivery would cover any actual f*ck-ups were it not for his Flag of Honesty to highlight when things are actually going south. Somewhere stuffed into the musical comedic genius is a better sex ed lesson than anyone ever received in the public school system, literal philosophy, and time travel. And the tunes are just plain fun. Authentic AF, immature, and clever all at the same time, if you’re over 18 and reading this and don’t have a ticket, you are f*cking up. But good news: as Williamez highlights at the top of the show, f*cking up can help endear you to others. It clearly worked for him.

Ashley Frantik