- Marissa Burgess
- 7 August 2008
This article is from 2008.
Experienced comic avoids making a tit of himself
Some musical comics mask a lack of gags with skill in their chosen instrument. Not Rob Deering. An all rounder, his is a sharp, slick wit and he's deft with the hecklers too; hefty experience on the circuit really shows. Despite the humongous jugs he's photoshopped onto himself on his (self-confessed) disturbing poster, the fact that his show is provocatively entitled Boobs 2008, and with some of his chat verging on the laddish, Deering assures us that his mammary motives are purely feminist as a brief critique of lad mags proves. And of course 'boobs' is simply what you get when 58008 is tapped into a calculator as everyone who ever wore a school uniform knows.
While some comics may only have a few songs they change the words to, Deering trips off many, giving the impression that he spends much of the rest of the day plucking his strings; he even manages to include a recurring tortoise theme. Effortless stuff.
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