With the more publishable song titles including Shaven Haven and Chips or Tits, this is not a show for the faint-hearted, easily offended or completely sober.
The eponymous Kunt, an Essex wide boy donning a blonde wig and lime green boiler suit, unleashes a torrent of filth in song form. Singing to basic backing tracks he delights in saying the unsayable then repeating it in the chorus. Sex, celebrity and more sex are the main points on the agenda; Kunt defends it by saying, "If you don't like it, you don't have to listen."
Despite the often puerile material there's no doubting the Kunt's professionalism and the deftness with which he courts his Nuts-reading demographic. He's a natural successor to the stag-night humour of Kevin "Bloody" Wilson and performs his chosen role with a twinkle in his eyes, never taking himself too seriously. Indeed there's something quite innocent and endearing about the character – more a naughty young schoolboy than a dirty old man.
There's occasional signs that there might be a little more depth to the performance, with references ranging from Larry David to Robert Smith, but they are fleeting and usually followed by a typical piece of borderline misogyny. There's also a couple of songs that, while never threatening to trouble the highbrow, are quite ingenious – particularly Pornographic Polaroids of an Ex-girlfriend Who Died.
It's certainly not for your mum or dad and feels slightly out of place at the Fringe, but for a beery, leery boys' night-out you could do worse than give Kunt a try.