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The songs were what I was most looking forward to in this hour of zany cabaret and they did not disappoint; slick, hilarious and with a catchy toe-tapping beat the audience were bopping along all night.
The songs were what I was most looking forward to in this hour of zany cabaret and they did not disappoint; slick, hilarious and with a catchy toe-tapping beat the audience were bopping along all night. Audience banter was top notch, especially during an extended section where Mr B stops to take a selfie with the audience whilst singing about taking selfies.
The show itself however could benefit from a bit more direction. The theme of a guide to modern life seems a somewhat unsecure peg upon which the musical material is hung and for large chunks of the show is either entirely forgotten or just irrelevant. The section where Mr B introduces his butler on stage comes a bit out of the blue, and from then on the butler seems to wander on and off stage at times with no clear purpose other than to stand in the background making strange hand movements. All in all, the show could have been a lot tighter.
It is an enjoyable hour of ridiculous, bizarre and hilarious cabaret which leaves the rhymes of Mr B bopping around in my head for hours afterwards. Definitely a fun show to catch if you’re in the mood for something a bit silly.