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Jack Traynor – Before I Forget 4**** - One4Review

Jack Traynor – Before I Forget 4****

| On 07, Aug 2025

In his debut hour at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, west coast Scot, Jack Traynor explodes onto the stage like a man kicked out of time, space, and probably Waitrose. He enters like a surprise WWE Royal Rumble contestant, high-fiving the front row with a wild grin and an energy that screams working-class Elon Musk on ketamine. I’d like to say he settles down — but he doesn’t. And thank god for that.
Traynor’s got a lot to say — and even more ways to say it. The set is tight, structured, and sharply written, but delivered with controlled chaos. He ricochets through topics like Edinburgh’s tourist hordes, Irish and Australian hecklers, escalating petty arguments, Glasgow’s underrated suburbs, and America’s baffling gun laws. One minute he’s ranting about prison gigs, the next he’s off-road philosophising about modern masculinity.
Visually, he looks like a Scotsman who got marooned during the filming of Castaway, and whose survival strategy involved deep-frying Tom Hanks and booting Mr Wilson into the sea.
But this isn’t scattergun — it’s honed and deliberate. He stalks the Bunker’s concrete stage like a ginger velociraptor in a baseball cap. There are flashes of a Scottish Sam Kinison, Limmy, and the unholy comic trinity of the great Burns — Connor, Brendon, and, thanks to the characters he conjures up, let’s say Mr.
And then there’s the heart. The emotional through-line — about his grandads and the absurdity and tenderness of care home life — is spun gently throughout and never oversold. It’s not a pity party, but it’s beautifully judged. He cruises through it with warmth and affection, like a comic who knows laughter is the best kind of tribute. And it’s a riotous, heartfelt hour that feels entirely his own.
Traynor is a rare kind of act these days: rough-edged but razor-sharp, with flashes of genuine genius and none of the crap. The kind of guy who might terrify you in the pub — but by the end of the hour, you’re buying him the pint.
Watch this space. On this form, he’ll be pulling the curtains back at bigger venues very soon.
****
Reviewed by Steve H
Pleasance Courtyard – Bunker One
21.55 (1hr)
Until 24 Aug (not 11)

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