“To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub.” Yorkshire comic and writer Rob Auton isn’t one to back down from tackling big ideas. With well-received shows under his belt which tackled water and the sky among other subjects, his latest offering, The Sleep Show, found him navigating the so-called Land of Nod, and it was a deliciously strange journey.
After a brief opening set which showcased multiple facets of his output – including a neat subversion of introductions which was further helped by the arrival of some latecomers – the sound of the Chemical Brothers heralded the start of the proper show. Part stand-up, part storytelling, part poetry, and undoubtedly high on off-kilter charm, Auton was a warm and affable presence, and his oeuvre is similarly relatable. Continue reading “Review: Rob Auton @ Warwick Arts Centre, 23rd April 2017”