Just like a photocopied nineties fanzine, Cuncrete is raucous, trashy and unabashedly feminist. The show combines the crass exuberance of Riot Grll with the cringing awfulness of Alan Partridge; you know the kind of badness that you can't help but like. The show's spunky band, The Great White Males, are possibly named after the Grayson Perry edition of The New Stateman and also have the best name for a band...ever. Much like the character's suits, the show is kind of shapeless, there is a vague mock TV show structural device but on the whole it's a satirical free for all, that loudly mocks the legacy of patriarchal rule. The show wears its politics on its ill fitting sleeves, some, no doubt, will be offended but when you count Chris Morris as an influence I am sure that Racheal Clerke would be affronted if she didn't offend. Also any show that name checks my home town, Hemel Hempstead, in order to illustrate all that is shit in the world, definitely deserves some kind of accolade.
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