Ross Noble, Theatre Severn, Shrewsbury - review

In his aptly named new show, El Hablador, translated roughly as the ‘talkative one’, Noble continued to do exactly what he does best – talking total nonsense while having the crowd rolling around laughing.

From a simple farmer called Emo Welly to Lance Armstrong shaving a monkey and frisky goblins, this show left the audience stunned, at times confused, and no doubt with sore ribs.

Whether it was bizarre tales of him flinging squid around in the town's Loch Fyne restaurant or some of the more, shall we say blue content, he had the audience eating out the palm of his hand.

"Google it" Noble shouted if he felt he strayed too far into the obscure.

The theatre itself - which is a great venue for comedy - was decorated in huge florescent Mexican-style skulls which you could barely take your eyes off, at least until the long-haired Noble, dressed all in black, bounced onto the stage to bless the crowd with his gibberish.

The beauty of a Ross Noble show is that no two are the same. Ross played both Thursday and Friday night in Shrewsbury this week and there is no doubt both audiences would have had a very different experience.

His mind is sharp and works at about 100mph. He sees something, he turns it into a moment of hilarity. He talks to an audience member, they get interwoven into his act.

There is of course a lose structure to his show, but you can tell it's not just the same spiel being rattled off night after night.

I would say there is no better comedian on the circuit for ad-libbing and going off script.