John-Luke Roberts Builds a Monster
- Murray Robertson
- 16 August 2016
This article is from 2016
Measured madness and brilliant one-liners from our unnerving host
As we take our seats, we become aware of a disturbing figure already on stage. An unstable mess of wig, false beard and ill-fitting suit is regarding us from the corner. It's an unnerving start to a bravura show filled with invention.
Describing himself as 'from the world of nightmares', our host prowls the stage in a fatsuit constructed with balloons, carrying a voodoo doll of 'John-Luke Roberts' and explaining that he's here to cover the comedian's setlist. He begins by 'warming up' the audience, scampering among us and predicting the absurd and painfully convoluted manner in which various members will die.
A show as bafflingly stupid as this should rightly divide an audience down the middle, but through some strange alchemy the crowd absolutely lap it up. Within this orchestrated madness, Roberts drops in some casually brilliant one-liners which are all out of context yet somehow never feel incongruous. And he cleverly extends his best gags into glorious routines with almost every one hitting the mark. Occasionally exploding into a volcanic rage, Roberts is a wonderfully unpredictable stage presence and he's created a consistently hilarious hour of measured madness.
Voodoo Rooms, until 28 Aug (not 17, 24), 6.55pm, free.