I imagine that reviews of this show are going to be polarised. Bo is treading a line between arrogant, self obsessed, teenage overly introspective, too full of self importance and moody genius. Which side of that line he falls could well come down to what sort of mood you're in when you see him.
I chose the show because I kept reading comparisons with Tim Minchin. I think these are wide of the mark. Minchin's self-importance is overtly ironic. Burnham's is not and his musical talents are limited. It's all about the words though (as the title suggests) and there's plenty of them (despite the frequent angst silences) and these are delivered at speed both in and in-between songs. You'll need to concentrate if you're not familiar with his material.
Burnham's moodiness extends to the audience at times as he castigates individual members for a phone ringing (fair enough) and for not paying attention (a bit uncomfortable).
I think the humour probably clicks or it doesn't. It helps if you're young, female, American and you fancy him (there were plenty in the Queen Dome who fit this bill) and it doesn't help if you're old and annoyed that he started 30 minutes late because of a keyboard failure (he should really have a spare).
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