There were clearly some diehard fans in this audience - they began to mime along and dance as soon as Mr B, heralded by his butler, graced the Ballroom stage of the Voodoo Rooms with his breeding, rhyming and class. From the outset Mr B is a man who is incredibly good at what he does. What he does can be called into question, but for an hour of brilliant entertainment, look no further.
The butler, Carshalton, feels like a welcome but superfluous addendum. Later in the show he performs a self-conscious breakdance but before that he does not really feature. Mr B, however, was a revelation, performing self-aware and satirical hip-hop performed in a brilliant RP accent. This was mixed with superbly ironic dancing, hilarious facial expressions and an incredible moustache, as well as banjolele-playing worthy of gods.
A highlight of the show was the vague and embarrassed nod to the fact that Mr B’s performance features in the Cabaret section of the Fringe guide. He sits down at his keyboard, makes several awkward but subtle comments and starts the brilliant song ‘It Doesn’t Pay to Turn Up Late to an Orgy’.
This show is hilarious and wonderful. If you want a great hour of entertainment, one that is self-conscious and wonderfully aware of the social context it finds itself in, make a trip. You won’t be disappointed.
