Comedy review: Doc Brown, The Royal Albert Hall, London
Your support helps us to tell the story
From reproductive rights to climate change to Big Tech, The Independent is on the ground when the story is developing. Whether it's investigating the financials of Elon Musk's pro-Trump PAC or producing our latest documentary, 'The A Word', which shines a light on the American women fighting for reproductive rights, we know how important it is to parse out the facts from the messaging.
At such a critical moment in US history, we need reporters on the ground. Your donation allows us to keep sending journalists to speak to both sides of the story.
The Independent is trusted by Americans across the entire political spectrum. And unlike many other quality news outlets, we choose not to lock Americans out of our reporting and analysis with paywalls. We believe quality journalism should be available to everyone, paid for by those who can afford it.
Your support makes all the difference.Towards the end of his show rapper-turned comic Doc Brown (real name Ben Bailey Smith) says that he feels he is “still drifting”and that his career journey so far could still be a work in progress.
Perhaps there will be another twist to the 35-year-old's tale, but for now his transition has been a successful one, swapping working with Mark Ronson and De La Soul for credits on Russell Howard's Good News, Rev, The Inbetweeners and Derek.
Duality is very much the watchword for Doc Brown. He's immensely likeable, but can be too ingratiating, with too much prefacing of some routines. Meanwhile, though he's the nerd that turned away from the excesses of rap (a discipline he defines as “the long, yet determined, struggle not to appear gay.”), he retains a 'street' attitude when it comes to, for example, judging "My Favorite Things" as sung by Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music: “She's saying mittens are better than sex. Come on Jules, don't mug me off.”
Brown's show is also a tale of two distinct parts. For the first 35 minutes of the 80 minute show we're taken on a kind of A to Z of rap's foibles and, bizarrely, without the benefit of Brown's back story in the business really coming through. This context is left to diffuse through a second half where the material becomes more personal and his comedy raps which punctuate his routines take flight, including the catchy "This Aint What I Asked For (I've Got A Semi On The Dancefloor)".
With the loosening of the theme come some observations about the comedian's mixed race ethnicity: “in case you are wondering, my dad was white and my mum was black – the weird way round”. While Brown's often straightforward approach doesn't always make his viewpoint as insightful as he might like, in this second part of the show there are more options available to him to find smart lines like this.
Brown's show as warms as it progresses, though some of the heat is generated because there are two shows rubbing up against each other in the guise of one. The reception at the end suggests that the room – not the easiest to win – is convinced, though there is still scope for change, as Brown would no doubt be the first to admit.
Join our commenting forum
Join thought-provoking conversations, follow other Independent readers and see their replies
Comments