Emporium of MirthRob Rouse
Cheeky, lovely Rob Rouse.. aaah. It’s hard to review Rob Rouse objectively because one of the things that hits you from the stage is his charm. The man could charm the birds from the trees and into the jaws of death if he so wished, so whatever happens, it’s certain that any audience will be hanging off his every word.
This also means he can get away with a lot, so stories of cat cruelty and songs of Grans with Alzheimer’s fail to glean the disapproving stares and groans most other acts would face, instead sending peels of laughter soaring around the room. Rob uses this to his advantage, at one point picking on the burliest looking man in the room and playing him some of the Gay Pop it’s apparently obvious he so adores… complete with booty shaking… in the man’s face.
What also strikes you full on in the face is his energy, in both his delivery and actual kinetics; Rouse shoots off all over the place, his razor sharp material always hitting the right spot.
Lets just hope he doesn’t cause someone an injury…