Imagine, if you will, the female double act hall of fame. Admission is free, as the ticket kiosk has long since been abandoned, some life size waxworks of Mel and Sue have been viciously between and strewn across the foyer, Mel’s severed head gazes emotionlessly up at you from the chipped floor. Only the muffled voices of French and Saunders can be heard drifting through the dilapidated corridors, the walls are stark and bare and the rostrum of commendation has sadly been forgotten, it’s only remaining purpose is the slow and infinite collection of dust. This is a lonely place, so many full of such promise, but so few managing to make the grade. But Chamber’s and Nettelton are a pair of Northern lasses who are determined to give this rotten grotto a good spring cleaning…
Chamber’s and Nettleton feel like the female equivalent of Bert and Ernie. It is easy to imagine them sharing the same bed at night or playing with rubber duckies in a bubbly bath together. They have a cosy familiarity that you are instantly drawn into. They’re humour is light and fluffy that warms you inside like a piping hot cuppa soup fresh from the kettle. Even when they approach the subject of sex it seems completely benign (it’s seems easier to imagine them shopping for sweeties than doing anything squelchy).
But don’t let the lightness of their comedy put you off because it is such a delight to listen to a pair of comedians who aren’t ranting futilely about politics, steamrollering over taboos or being generally foul. If there is one shocking revelation that is sure to lure you to this act it is this: there is not a single period joke in sight. Now isn’t that refreshing?
3/5
Simon Patrick Biggs
