Michael Frowin "This will have a prelude"

Frowin is funny. Frowin is fast. Frowin is current. Without finger-pointing. Without condescension. Not yesterday's cabaret, but today's political stand-up. Simply clever and with astonishing ease. And above all, really funny. Frowin is funny. Frowin is fast. Frowin is current. Without finger-pointing. Without condescension. Not yesterday's cabaret, but today's political stand-up. Simply clever and with astonishing ease. And above all, really funny. Because with Frowin, the big themes are always hidden in the small. Because he finds humor in anger and absurdity in everyday life. You leave the theater in a great mood with him. His new solo brims with punchlines, is politically on point, and shows conviction. His characters are spot on, and the eternally befuddled Kurt Klawuttke makes the audience squeal with delight. And Frowin can sing too – like few in his profession. The press already knows: Frowin is “highly relevant in a casually effortless way” (Fränkische Nachrichten), “brilliant! So versatile! Top-notch cabaret!” (Nachtkritik Gauting), or simply: “Frowin is a five-star pleasure” (Südwestpresse). In his current solo, Frowin aims straight for the heart of all catastrophes: our brain. Every minute, it is confronted with a media orgasm, facts or fakes – it doesn’t matter, as long as there’s some kind of climax. It’s clear that our brain can’t handle it and ends up where we would only suspect in extreme cases: in the ass. And I mean literally. But even our second thinking organ is overwhelmed by the constant newsfeed digestion. But don’t worry: Frowin doesn’t call for a media celibacy! No, he demands: Let’s extend the foreplay! Until the synapses dance. So brace yourselves for a deeply erotic evening for heart and mind, because: “This is going to have a foreplay!”