If you’ve ever thought the silliness of mime was lacking a thirtysomething’s love of dance music, Kit Loyd is your man. His absurdist maximalism is committed to cranking physical comedy up to 11, aiming for a late-night hyperactivity that’s as broad and brash as Mr Bean on a diet of all-night raves and millennial darkness. Opening with Eiffel 65’s cheese-dance staple ‘Blue (Da Ba Dee)’, Loyd rallies his crowd to cheer random items that are blue before pretending (with a tireless physical prowess) to be machine-gunned to death in a hail of bullets. 

His elastic face and cartoonish movements are the lynchpin of his act, at times achieving the wild and erratic tics of Rik Mayall in his impish prime. He’s the kind of mime who seems to be able to expand his gangly frame with a few minute shifts of his body, kicking the featherweight material of his sketches in the air and convincing audiences that they’ve got a veneer of substance. A few glimpses of great writing shine through (in particular, a darkly entertaining story about a stag-do gone wrong: more of this please, Kit), though too often he relies on his artful physicality to hide premises that are held up by enthusiasm and little else. Loyd is an obvious star in the making and there’s plenty of fun to be had here, although it’s difficult to escape the feeling that Frenzy is more of a showreel for his talents than a sharply constructed work in its own right. 

Kit Loyd: Frenzy, Assembly Roxy, until 24 August, 8.20pm; main picture: Dylan Woodley.