My overall impression
It’s NOT just the musical selections that make Loeb a riot: this is a consummate comedian with serious musical chops, world-class improv talents that let her play off (and, endlessly, WITH) the audience, diva impersonations that reduce you to a laughing idiot, an energy level just shy of an imploding nuclear reactor, and material so well drawn, so seamless and quick in delivery, and soooo funny that it’s sometimes tough to catch your breath. Add down-under Chuptzah that makes a Brooklyn assertive seem like Emily Post, a liberal sprinkling of Aussie fans in the audience, and you’ve got a romp. Warning: go to the bathroom before the show starts; leave and come back and either the contents of your purse will become public knowledge or she might greet your return with a very special song (didn’t actually happen when I was there, but the fear of this is enough to make me cruise the CVS incontinence aisle before I return to see her again). For all her outrageousness, fearlessness, and bravado, she is the rare comedian who can pick the front row apart and then make each feel better-than-new.
