MAN BITES GOD

Dark, brooding and utterly hilarious, Man Bites God is one of the satirical highlights of the 2002 festival. Having played to sell out crowds during last year's festival, Man Bites Dog (sic) returns with with a collection of new songs, brilliant banter and pitch black comedy. Terrible threesome Chris Tomkins, James Hazelden and Mark Woodward draw from various musical, comedy and performance experiences to bring to this year's line up something for those chasing cheap gags something to think about.

Inpress

MAN BITES GOD

Man Bites God present Bite Sized, a collection of new comedy songs and hilarious banter, theatrically blended together into 55 minutes of jet-black comedy - death, sex, violence, love - all your favourites. Man Bites God is made up of Chris Tomkins, James Hazelden and Mark Woodward, all experienced comedy performers who have built an impressive fan base over a short period of time as Man Bites God.

Beat Magazine

ON A MISSION FROM DOG

The Man Bites God squad of Chris Tomkins, James Hazelden and Mark Woodward dresses in dark suits and ties, and white shirts, seeming to follow the fashions of the Blues Brothers and the Doug Anthony All Stars.

But their music is a smorgasbord of styles and has lyrics that lurk in dark, satirical places. For example, beer, toilets, witch-burning, sleaze, playing a recorder, establishing your own cult, how to chat up women at an over-50s singles night and Mexico are covered in just under an hour.

While we ricochet around the world and around human nature, we are also taken away by their wacky lyrics.

One is assured of a good laugh during these intellectually crafted songs, which are supported, at various times, by guitars, percussion, a toy piano accordion, a recorder, a megaphone and an ocarina.

Even the banter between numbers is good, light-hearted stuff. 

Man Bites God packs an irreverent punch, and as the show starts in the early evening, it is a recommended entree.

The Age
Joel Crotty