Review by Steve Bennett

Over the years, Rob Rouse has evolved from a manic force of effervescence into a more anecdotal style of comedy – ie he’s actually starting to get some material now. He still delivers with force, but reining in the exaggerated excitability. Here, he covered buying diarrhoea medication, babies and their unsuitable names and his sexually experimental dog – in a consistently funny 20-minute set.

There’s not quite the killer instinct that sets the very best comics apart, but he’s a very personable performer, turning explicit material cheeky and spreading the joy with regular laughs. The, erm, climax of his canine routine was especially effective.

Review date: 17 Jan 2010
Reviewed by: Steve Bennett
Reviewed at: Leicester De Montfort Hall